space docking

the weekend was filled with parties, drinks, and food.

friday i went out to meet occasional woman’s pro-footballer sam for drinks. we went to a happy hour, then over to pier 63 for the Q Me Con party it was interesting. dina martina was there doing her thing. and her thing is to wear an extremely tight jumpsuit of sorts that creates a very disturbing camel-toe. after watching a few of the other performances, occasional woman’s pro-footballer sam and i went to cubby hole. it was my first time. cute. but i was ready to pass out in there – it was so hot.

saturday night the jazman invited me to go to a “relaunch” party with him. one of his co-workers had been broken up with and one of his friends decided to throw him a “relaunch” party – as in being relaunched into the single gay world. it was fun.

sunday the jazman had a easter brunch/party. his parties are always such a good time. interesting people. good food. lot of libations. at one point in the afternoon’s conversation one guy started talking about space docking – not that he’s done it but i guess wanted to inform us of the act. i have to be honest, i have NEVER ever thought of this before. i can’t imagine going through all that trouble. and what if you are all psyched up for this kind of play and end up with less than appropriate poop. seems like a lot of work to me.