Fair Weather Fag*
Following doctor’s orders, I took it easy this weekend. Mike came over Friday night and I brought him out to dinner to thank him for taking care of me while I was all pitiful and sick last week (who am I kidding…the last month). I took Mark (Veselka Slut’s) advice and brought him to Ivy, on Temple Street.
It’s a newish (6 months) Italian tapas restaurant and the food was quite good. We started with an incredible salad-for-two, then had scallops with prosciutto, some sort of panceta and futina (sp?) dumplings, caprece salad things, some mashed potatoes with truffle oil and finished it all off with some gelato. It didn’t look like much food, but we both left quite full.
We spent the rest of the evening snuggling on the sofa watching movies on our new favorite channel: Retroplex. It’s got different them nights (last week we saw Sid & Nancy, Before Sunrise and 54 when it was known as IndiePlex). This week we watched Lenny (with Dustin Hoffman…about Lenny Bruce). What a great film!
Saturday was Boston Pride Day. After breakfast at Theo’s Cozy Corner (in the North End) we ended up returning to my place and reading (skipping the rain-drenched parade and festivities). Starving, we decided to head to Newbury Street around 4PM to get wraps/burittos. My friend, Bobby, messaged me and and encouraged us to go to The Alley (bar…literally in an alley) so we obliged and did our part to celebrate Pride with our peeps.
Oddly enough, there was this middle-aged (late 40’s or 50’s) housewife type lady milling about by herself (wearing a cardigan sweater, her purse over one arm and a drink in the other). Mike and I thought she was the sweetest little PFLAG mom until we were chatting with Bobby and his friend, Lex, and she came up behind Lex and started grinding her ass into him. Apparently, she was just some sassy broad who randomly discovered it was Gay Pride Day while running errands and decided to join in the festivities by following the masses to a gay bar.
Mike and I then headed to a party on Jones Hill (Dorchester) being hosted by his friend, Matt. It was an odd little party – reminiscent of the kind you attend in high school and college. There was losts of alcohol, skinny blonde and brunette girls screaming when a good song came on (and demanding they play Cher and Madonna), and some dancing – which I dutifully avoided. It was fun, though – and we ended up home before 11PM (so I could get my rest).
After breakfast with Mike’s mom on Sunday, I went home and began searching more earnestly for hotels in London for the few nights we’ll need lodging. I was simultaneously chatting with somebody from London and he said they are in the midst of a hot-spell. So, I’ve decided I should focus my search on a hotel with air-conditioning (a rare luxury over there). I’ve found a few places in our price range, but the reviews on TripAdviser aren’t stellar. UGH. Any advice?
*Sorry Karyn – I know you hate that word
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THIS is a restful weekend? Man! You did more than me and I tend to be the KING of not resting.
glad you are feeling better..potentially stupid question, but what is a PFLAG? Please enlighten. 🙂
I do hate it! It’s offensive!
Glad you’re more yourself. I am chatting w/ a friend who lives in London right now and he insists if you stick with a larger (read, probably not cheap) hotel, you will find functional AC. Good luck –
Sorry! PFLAG is Parents & Friends of Lesbians and Gays. This woman looked like the Mom of some young gay fellow, when she was just a drunk lady out looking for a good time.