2 posts tagged “sean”

I can't believe how nicely my little 30-hr vacation fell into place. As usual, no problems at Long Beach airport. I was there with plenty of time to spare (it takes roughly 10 min to go from parking your car to sitting at the departure gate, and that includes checking in)... but it turned out that my flight was running late by almost an hour. I had picked my departure time pretty much at random and consider myself damn lucky that I selected a time that, even with the delay, didn't impact my ability to check in to my hotel and still make it to the Cirque show on time.

The weather in SF was not nearly as cold as I expected but dusk was just hitting so as soon as I got to my room (Hotel Maxwell) I layered up for the night out (wisest tip: tights under jeans). About an hour later, MissScotch called from the lobby. She's a pretty in real life as she is in her pics and twice as nice as she seems in her posts. I was amazingly relieved to find that, though gorgeous, she wasn't a 5'10" supermodel bitch.

We headed out and had a celebratory glass of champagne at a nearby restaurant/bar... my first drink since Sept 29. Certain not to be my last!!

We hailed a cab and headed off to AT&T Park and, after some confusion, hoofed our way to the Grand Chapiteau for the show. After a ridiculously long line, and posing for a souvenir pic, we got to our seats just in time for the pre-show.

The acrobatics in Cirque du Soleil's "Kooza" were AMAZING... seriously some of the best & most difficult stuff I've seen performed. The contortionists were simply ridiculous - bending their bodies all sorts of ways that should not be humanly possible. Have you seen the video of the freaky bendy European gymnast? She may have been one of the performers. I'm not sure. But that's how bendy they were (though a gazillion times more artistic).

There was a solo trapeze act (one trapeze & one artist) that was fairly death defying. The high-wire performance involved 4 artists on 2 high wires - though most of the time was spent with 2 or 3 artists on the higher wire. They used no safety lines, which I've never seen Cirque do before, and one performer very nearly took a serious fall (while I've seen "stunt" slips in some of the shows, this one looked like a genuine accident). He caught himself by his hands and I thought he was going to steady himself and drop to the floor - but he pulled himself back onto the wire and redid the stunt.

At intermission, we got drinks (I wanted champagne but this show didn't offer it), wandered around the shopping area, and checked out the photo taken of us as we came in. It was not good. But still, it was a fun night so I was gonna buy a copy - figuring a single would run $7 or $10 and was worth it for the "cheesiness" factor. But oh noooooes. The smallest "package" sold was two 5x7s... for $25. Big fat pass!!

The 2nd half of Kooza started with The Wheel of Death which was simultaneously spellbinding and scary as hell. The audience was gasping in fear early in the performance and it grew to screams as the artists just kept taking it up another notch - adding somersaults and flips and all other manner of moves that should not be performed on rapidly spinning tandem wheels - especially with no safety nets or harnesses. I simply don't have words to do it justice.

There were many more acts that I don't remember (the "balancing on chairs" act was not performed) - which is not to say the acts and show were not good. In fact, just the opposite - it was so much, and so good, and so overwhelming that it's hard to pick out specifics from the overall impression of "OH MY GAWD - I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY'RE DOING THAT!!" I'm especially happy that it made a good "first Cirque" for MissScotch.

After the show, in the parking lot, we ended up overhearing the most insanely funny conversation involving British accents and the repeated use of the words "hamsters", "gerbils", and "porn". Scotch and I made sure to stay near that group, to hear whatever snippets we could - and I found myself longing for a way to make these strangers my new BFFs... as they were clearly warped in just the right way.

Scotch suggested that we go dancing in the Castro and we headed to Badlands where, surprisingly, I had never been before. $2 cover... that's TWO dollars. Score!! And they had coat check... double score!! And I used their ATM and got an extra $20 (I assume someone before me didn't take all their bills)... TRIPLE SCORE... MEANT TO BE!!

Scotch had a bartender instantly fall in love with her and he made our drinks strong all night. We got our drunk on (HOW many lemondrops did we consume? Was it 1,000?!?) and our dance on (note to self, do NOT wear tights under jeans to a club!!). The gay boys loved Scotch and eventually got around to noticing me too. Some guy told me he liked my "rack" - which made me laugh cause there were girls with much more substantial offerings right next to me. Another guy just kept saying, "You're trouble!!" to which I would earnestly reply, "Yes. I am!"

I think MissScotch and I were considered some cute/fun/flirty lipstick-lesbian couple and, because we were clearly having a BLAST - both grinning ear to ear - we attracted a lot of positive attention from the men.

Of course, it was all over way too soon. Outside, Scotch impressed the hell out of me (as she did all night) by spotting some guy trying to jack a cab in front of her, yelling, "HEY... LADIES FIRST!!", mostly as a joke but causing the guy to actually apologize and move out of the way so she could have the next taxi. Soooo cool - that would never work for me!! She caught her cab and headed off into the night - back to home & her boyfriend (she lights up like Christmas when she talks about him. He REALLY is the luckiest person alive!!) - and out of my IRL life. Awwwww.... queue sad music.

Twenty minutes later, still standing on the corner but now with no cabs in sight (normal for bar closing), I remembered that I hadn't eaten all day and ran into Walgreen's to pick up snackage (I originally tried a pizza place but it was way too crowded). I headed back outside, finally caught a cab back to my hotel, showered, scarfed a little food, loaded up on pain pills (I guessed, correctly, that my knees would be hurtin today), and CRASHED.

The morning came way too early (fortunately, as always, NO hangover for me). Just before checking out of the hotel, I called Sean to see if he wanted to shop with me but he was still in recovery from his night out (Tori Amos concert) so we agreed I'd stop by in the afternoon. I headed to Chinatown and bought waaaaaaaaaaay more silk stuff than I had planned - some for charity, some for coworkers, some for me. I didn't even get what I actually went for - dark blue silk table runners to turn into curtains (I've been thinking of the design for over a year now. The runners are gorgeous and only $10 each - though, if you go to one of the stores at the "official" Chinatown entrance, the exact same runners are $99 each). The shop didn't have enough blue ones in the store so I'm supposed to order them by phone next week so they can pull the needed stock from the warehouse. On a fluke, I ended up in a leather store where I'm sure I paid more than I should have for a long leather coat (the price was totally reasonable but I think it's normal to haggle down - which I don't do). But I really liked the feel (VERY soft leather), cut and style - and am happy with the purchase so that's that.

I got to Sean's around 2 or 2:30 and he was zombified - watching TV while trying to recover from a cold & his night out (his friends said he went into mean drunk status so I'm glad we missed each other) while gathering energy to go to another concert tonight. We talked a bit, watched some TV, and he fell asleep. I was hoping he'd drive me to the BART station, saving me a lot of commute time, but his friend didn't arrive when expected so he couldn't leave and I had to take the bus.

I allowed 2 hrs for the airport commute and check in (I expected it to actually take about 45 min). Like last time, I missed a bus by less than 5 min and had to wait 20 min for the next one. By the time I got on a BART, I remembered that the ride into SF had been MUCH longer than the "20 minutes" Sean drilled into my head - more like 45 minutes - and that I still had to catch the airBART connector to the airport, which would be another 15 to 20 min. A quick number crunch later, I realized that I might miss my flight home - and it was the last flight of the night. I began to freak but quickly accepted that I had no ability to change whatever outcome was ahead and that I might have to buy a ticket on another airline (maybe even to another airport) or spend another night at a NoCal hotel.

A few minutes shy of 2 hrs after leaving Sean's (so much for the 45 min theory), roughly 10 minutes before my plane was scheduled to leave, I arrived at Oakland airport, ran to the JetBlue counter, and was told that my flight was closed. But, because JetBlue KICKS ASS they made some calls, "reopened" the flight, and checked me in. (VirginAmerica never would have done that!) I ran to the security check point, had an asthma attack, and fast-walked to the departure gate (naturally, the farthest one), silently cussing Sean and myself, and feeling horrible that a plane was being delayed because I didn't plan well (allow THREE hours!!) and am too fat to hustle. There were MANY stares as I boarded, huffing and wheezing, sucking on my inhaler, and sounding about ready to drop dead. The attendants instantly handed me a bottle of water - though what I really needed was an oxygen mask!

As I sat down and started hacking up my lungs (side effect of the asthma & inhaler - I'm sure everyone thought I was giving them TB), I watched 4 or 5 other people board over the next 10 minutes and I wanted to kick myself (and the counter attendant) for the earlier running. But... I'd made the flight, had a great seat (first row, window, empty seat next to me), and got to watch "30 Rock" and "SNL: Best of Will Ferris" on the in-seat TVs and laughed for most of the flight home. (note: I read that JetBlue is going to be adding in-flight WiFi next week.)

This getaway turned into one of my best/favorite vacations ever!! Short & packed with good experiences, it left me satisfied, never bored, and looking forward to doing it again.

Bonus: For those of you who wonder what MissScotch is like in real life, all I can say is: She's everything you ever imagined... and more... times 1000. GREAT things are in store for that woman!!

Here I is!! (nod to, I believe,The Little Rascals)

Hello peeps!! I've been out in the "real" world. Dunno who started the big fuss about that place!

Starting to catch up... has anyone else noticed a suspicious lack of posts about Vox meetups after they happen? Well, I have - so I shall forewith reconcile my portion of that.

The March 16 BayVox Meetup:

Hmmm. Well. Not what I expected. That's not a bad thing.... more of an "I see room for improvement - even if most of it is my own fault" thing.

I got to my hotel room around... 4? My long-time friend, Sean, decided to come by and take me shopping. We stopped in so I could meet a very travel-weary CupCate & Iain (and see their suite) before heading out. While at the mall, I decided a MAC makeover would be fun - not at all worrying that it would make me late for the meetup. Things I forgot or didn't realize/consider ahead of time were:

1.       The drinking started early at the Vox office

2.       The meetup started early (I don't know by how much but I know the sun wasn't out at 7p, the schedule start time, but is captured in a couple picks at the restaurant)

3.       Straights don't operate on "gay time" - so 1 hr late for an after work thing was a lot to many people (who were leaving, or had already left, as I came in)

4.       The meetup space was designed to hold maybe... 10??... people comfortably. We had at least 30 in there. Good turnout - bad design.

·          Note: this would be my sole critique of improvements not focused on me - even though I know it's the result of a lack of RSVPs and most of the group members playing "I dunno, where do YOU want to meet?". If not for Karen reserving this spot, I believe we'd still be looking for a place to meet!! So, props to Karen, and absolutely no disrespect intended to Deborah, ElectricFirefly, nor anyone else who made the meetup possible in the first place. But I still wish we'd had a larger space.

5.       The stairs to the meetup space were designed for acrobats who walk on pointe (completely un-secured banister and VERY narrow steps)

6.       Heat, including that of a hot day in a traditionally cold city and that associated with baking pizzas, rises (as in, to the 2nd floor meetup space)

 

I saw Mena on the stairs as I came in, said hello, and was completely confused by her total lack of response (rather more of a "deer in headlights" gaze). I now realize it was prob a combo of Voxer overload, heat overload, and desperate desire to focus on not falling down the stairs (no easy trick - as I would soon learn myself).

CupCate and Kristen were EXACTLY what I expected from their posts [this is good] - but even more so in real life. I applaud CupCate and Iain for not being cranky bitches all night (not even remotely so!!) after their long flight and being awake for more than 24 hrs.

Combining the heat with being late and how insanely crowded it was upstairs (the designated meetup space) made it difficult (for me, anyway) to meet/talk with people. It seemed that as soon as a convo started, I'd have to move to let someone through and the next thing I knew, I was too far away to resume the convo.

I eventually ended up at the base of the stairs, not eager to walk up them again (because it would mean another death-defying trek down) - which was convenient to talking to people as they left (hi, WarpedReality - I'm still using IE!!) AND to order drinks (bar was downstairs - as was the waiter for most of the night).

I talked to a couple who were with the meetup but weren't wearing tags - so I have no idea who they were (I'm HORRIBLE with names). The guy is a Voxer, planning to post art. The woman didn't Vox yet but took lots of notes on my comments. If you're out there - you guys were nice, please say hello.

I had a passing convo with Abject where I mentioned knowing his blog via someone else's hood. He guessed it was his wife, Deborah, with whom I also had a passing convo - but I still think it was somone else who had him in their hood. A female, who's vox name started with an "A" who was, ages ago, on the Explore page (cause that's a big clue, huh?). Anyhooo... thanks to being able to rename our pages, I now have no idea who I'm thinking of (despite searching to see who has Abject in their neighborhood). Abject & Deborah were both outgoing & friendly. I didn't really notice Abject's massive amounts of ink in person - I was more focused on his piercings (note: I highly respect both).

I was happy to see PantsParty in real life. Bummed when I learned that the infamous Rudy hadn't been at the 6A headquarters (so CupCate and Kristen didn't get to meet him during their tour). And love that Clamhead looks like her avatar.

I talked to a nice guy from Vox marketing... J.D... T.D... J.T.?? initial dot inital!! (did i mention names+me=horrible?). Nice guy. I think he said he posts jokes. I can't find him now.

I met Gladys - who made a wonderful impression on me because she's nice & outgoing - and I actually got to talk to her for more than 2 seconds!!

I was terribly happy about getting a Vox tshirt & sticker before they disappeared. I was even happier about finding a stash of pins & zipper pulls after the meetup broke up!!

When the meetup ended, with most people heading home or to karaoke, Kristen and her hubby (who's name I don't use only because he doesn't Vox... yet) decided to stay behind and have some food. Not being one for karaoke (I know I don't have a singing voice - why force the issue?!?), I decided to stay with them, got directions for the karaoke bar, and polished off the last of the beer as they ate. Plans were discussed of me taking Kristen to a gay bar but eventually settled on Kristen & hubby going back to our room while I tried to find the karaoke party.

I actually remembered the directions correctly but had Kristen & hubby drop me at the wrong corner of the right block. I checked out a line for a bar but it was not the correct one. I walked the other direction (which was correct)... alone... at night... in 5" heels... in a not so great neighborhood... not spotting a bar. After having a bicylist think I was hitting on him for asking if he knew the location of The Anti-Social Club*, I took refuge in the middle of the block as only I would - in a gay sex shop. The employees didn't know of the bar. I called 411 but they had no listing. The store employees directed me across the street to their straight sex shop... where the employees knew the neighborhood far better. But they didn't know of the club either - so I killed time, debating what to do next, browsing sex toys (bought the handy 3-in-1 keychain/flashlight/vibrator as a souvenir of the night!!), listening to the sounds of X-rated films in the back room, and having a good laugh as I was loud & obvious while the 3 male customers in the store were being all secretive & pervy.

I finally left the store, walked the rest of the block to the corner and caught a cab - at what I now know was directly across the street from *ANNIE'S Social Club - which was probably 3 doors from the 1st sex shop I entered and contained the Voxers with whom I wish I had been able to par-tay. Oh well... guess it wasn't meant to be.

Sean took me to The Cinch - a gay bar around Post/Polk (I think). We had a fun night out - despite, literally, THE WORST DRAG SHOW EVER - and I returned to the hotel room around 3a. I'm a light sleeper so when someone stirred around 8am, I decided it was time to wake up (sorry Kristen - I'm sure you wanted to kill me).

There were plans for me, Kristen, her hubby, CupCate, and Iain to meetup for breakfast on Sat but that turned into noon & lunch. While we coordinated, Kristen's hubby pointed out that it felt like the ground was moving - which he felt far longer than the rest of us. I had fun making fun of that - till later that night when I headed up the street to buy a soda and felt like I had vertigo (or was having some REALLY good drugs "peak") while standing at the store's checkout counter. It felt more electro-magnetic than moving... which turned into a fun little "Lost" moment for me as I imagined the countdown timer had run out.

Anyhooo... back to lunch... our meal was cut short as I was running majorly late for my walking tour of SF. However, the company was fun and time spent together was fun - especially the good gossip (no, I will not share - so don't ask) and the fact the 4 Voxers had the exact same meal, grilled cheese & french fries, at CupCate’s suggestion. I didn't get a "proper" goodbye CupCate or Iain - which is just as well as goodbyes make me weird - and cause I hope to see them again. Regardless, I will probably forever think of CupCate when I see Grilled Cheese on a diner menu!

Kristen and her hubby went home around 7pm and my Sat night was spent low key – adapting to my latest health issue: Sciatica, which caused insane pain from my right butt cheek (your welcome for the imagery) to my right heel. I believe my body may be on a quest to be a 1-person walking medical dictionary.

Sun was spent enjoying a delicious brunch with Sean and friends at Ramblas, in the Mission District. Followed by drinks at a well-hidden rooftop bar a few blocks away. Then drinks at Moby, in the Castro – which, as we stepped out of the taxi, I remembered that I HATE. I don’t know what it is about that bar but the men there do NOT like me. The classic moment at Moby (this trip) consisted of: I overheard a guy mention his age while talking with some of my group. I heard him say “37” and said, “oh, I’m always the oldest & fattest in bars, so you have nothing to worry about.” He asked my age, I told him, he said, “No – I said I’m FORTY-seven. So you’re not the oldest. But you ARE fat.” It was not said with humor. I might expect that from a 20-something queen, but not from a 47yr old business man. Whatev. Like I said – for some reason guys in that bar do not like me.

I would like to mention that in stark contrast to my last trip to the Bay (here, here and here), Sean was a WONDERFUL hostess. I believe the trick is to not stay at his apt - so we both have more freedom. And, for that, I once again highly recommend the Hotel Diva (and the entire Personality Hotels chain) - check TravelZoo for the best rates!!

In our next episode: How Boo saved all my kitties’ lives.