Sat 26 Jan 2008
Day 133
San Diego, Ca
We had been invited to a brunch after the CS party but didn’t quite make it for 11am, if I wasn’t getting the full 3 hours of all you can drink champagne I wasn’t interested :p Carrisa was there with her boyfriend, as well as Lilia (who I had requested a couch with the week before) and I her surfer, Ant, a Swiss German or German Swiss guy who was travelling around the states for a few weeks. I instantly hated him, since he makes his money from Photography and Paragliding, but I soon warmed up 
Joan and Sheena had some food but I stuck to the coffee, almost as if I knew I would need the room. It was highly prescient as we then went right to a place called Extraordinary Desserts for $8 cake! It was rather nice though, and a good a place as any to splurge before Mexico. Ant showed us his photography portfolio which was nice, I might have to get one sorted myself. I guess I better take some good photos first :p
Brunch with Sheena and Joan
We were invited to a BBQ later on but the girls wanted to dance. We took Ant back to Joan’s for a while since Lilia was at her grandma’s for the afternoon and I took the chance to take a dip in the pool and hot tub before we went out. I sat there reading on my phone as the rain started to fall and the night moved in. It wasn’t as bad as the Wednesday night but it was just getting started. Still, give me slightly warm rain over freezing snow any day; I was glad to be back on the West coast. Earlier at the supermarket I had bought 12 bottles of beer for the road but Sheena had got herself a bargain, a 1.8l bottle of vodka for only $10 or something… She set about drinking it as quickly as possible. She employed her usual plan for getting drunk, decant it into a plastic bottle and drink for cheap all night. I didn’t want to tell her the night that got my brother in to trouble at the pub but there is a different rule for girls.
Tarted up in the lift
First we went over to Lilia’s cousins house for the BBQ which we had pretty much missed. There were quite a few people there but the rain had started up again and most people cancelled. Carisa and her boyfriend turned up though, her night out was put off and there would be no bonfire for Brad due to the terrible weather. We didn’t need blackened meat though as we’d been to Whole Foods and spent a fortune on organic chips and dips. The girls were determined to dance in a gay club and they persuaded some other people in the house to come too which was good.
The first place we went to was nice but no one was dancing, and since there were no girls to pull what else was there to do. We stood in the covered garden part where the music was playing but it wasn’t loud enough, it was just full of fat lazy gay men chatting to each other. Apparently we needed more action, so without even pausing to get a drink (and my bottom felt like one guy we were with, at the bar) we headed down through the pouring rain to another more happening club. This one was $10 to get it, and they didn’t give a straight discount but what was I going to do? I paid up and we went dancing!
I feel rather ambivalent about gay clubs, it would have been better if there were at least a few girls in the place but there weren’t. Sheena and Joan loved it though and were soon flirting (uselessly) with the guys dancing in small briefs on the two podiums. At least the music was good enough to get down and boogie, we mostly stayed in our little straight group with an occasional gay interloper but Sheena and Joan were off dancing with everyone in the place. Poor girls, surrounded by beautiful men and they were all as bent as a dogs back leg :p I shared their frustration, who wants to dance with a load of blokes? Well, other gay men I guess… I danced and danced and then I was bored with it and they started playing really crappy music, but at least the night was nearly over. Sheena came over to sit down, now rather worse for wear from the vodka she had been throwing down her neck all night and miserably complained that she had been ‘molested’ by some guy. I really didn’t know whether to console her or tell her I wasn’t surprised :p She had at least finally convinced me that she was a party animal, but if she only liked gay clubs we might have a conflict of interests…
 The girls loved the erotic dancers |
 Sheena pulled the winner of the gay fancy dress! |
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 0.9l of Vodka later, poor Sheena was feeling not so hot…. |
