I think I have had more visitors to my little studio in NYC than I had in my apartment in SF in a year. Though the city has a million things to do and places to go- it seems everyone is kind of tired some days and need a place to hang out without blaring music, the hustle of the crowds or the expectation that one must SHELL OUT $150 upon merely leaving the house.....The boys came to go to a big gay black ball (sounds as bad as I think it was) and somehow I pictured a fancy tuxedo occasion, formal and nice. Upon meeting up with them- it was revealed by "black" they mostly meant leather chaps, gloves and motorcycle vests- with nothing else on. HAve I NOT learned??? Not much was said about the even which only leads me to believe I DO NOT WANT TO KnoW MORE ABOUT THE EVENT- and we left it at that and ate ribs. I left SF- please do not bring it back to my apartment in n.y. I did not move to Chelsea either. thank ye, oh loyal subjects if the bare ass chap tribe. Though I love thee so...
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