In San Francisco for the weekend. Folsom Street Fair weekend, in case you didn't know. Truth be told, I'm more excited about just being back in the City. The anticipated sleaze has been fairly restrained. Got in late last night, with just enough time to change and dash to the Powerhouse for last call. Subsequent events were underwhelming.

The first person I spotted at the 'house was Jason, Mr. Room Sixteen..., with his two hunky boyfriends in tow. I'm not the first to say he's even cuter in person.... Apparently I'm "the guy who never posts...." Ouch.

Contemplating plans for the rest of the weekend. Maybe Beer Bust at the Lone Star, shopping, general merriment. No dancing tonite.... we've been instructed that all the good boys are saving their energy for Real Bad, after the Fair on Sunday. And that's that.

There is very little in this world that can't be helped with a strong vodka cranberry. That's all I'm sayin'.

Pathetic amount of posting 'round here, compared with those other Phoenix "bloggers." Seems to be a fair number of Tucson boys as well.... imagine that. (Cute ones, even.)

Off to a pool party. Square cut? Don't be ridiculous.

Three, count 'em, three whole years. Happy Anniversary.