Flashbacks

I’ve been scanning photos onto a flashdrive for months now and, well, since I’m AWOL for a while I thought I’d share some with you …

That photo was taken at a going away party for me when i moved from California to Florida. Sadly, I forget the name of the guy on the left; he was a co-worker who, when we started working together told me he didn’t know anyone who was gay until he met me, and then he realized we’re all just people who maybe love a little differently. But still, he seems a little unnerved because that’s me next to him, and that’s Danny, an old boyfriend-turned-friend giving me a smooch.

Funny story about Danny: on our first date we went to the Museum of Modern Art in San Francisco. While I was looking at one painting, he came up behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist and tried to slip a hand into my pants. I said:

“What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to get into your pants.”

“You’d have an easier time trying to get into Harvard.”

And from there on after, I always called him Harvard.

That’s Carissa and Chris. I have often talked on this blog and others about my friend Chris, who is rather effeminate and flamboyant and over-the-top, and everyone thinks he’s gay, but he’s not. He’s as straight as can be and is just Chris.so there!

Lastly, a close group of us who used to regularly do dinners  and such; why the sunglasses I don’t know. It may have something to do with all the drinks. But it’s a good group of good friends …Chad, Kevin, Laura, Marcella, Terrie and me.

I believe I was drinking what I call a Bob-a-Rita, which is Reposado Tequila, Grand Marnier and fresh lime juice, shaken and served straight up and icy cold and delicious!