not even going to pretend like I know what happened (part 1 of 2)

I lost my Puerto Rican Day Parade virginity this year.  Of course, I was coming back from tOWGA’s place.  He’s half Boriqua, but his white side must have been taking over that day b/c he definitely dropped me off in the Upper West Side around 1:30 on his way to the gym.  I booked it across town to meet up with Urban Sprawl.  It was actually a lot more tame than I expected, but then again, it was almost over by the time I got there (goddamnit, I missed Kat de Luna!).  Props to the lesbians for holding down the how you doin’ representation!  After lunch in Hell’s Kitchen, Urban Sprawl and I met up with Tighty Whitey (ironically named because he may be mistaken for being uptight b/c he doesn’t drink, and he’s Jewish, so he’s not quite white… at least not ‘up nawth’).  

We had forgotten how early it was (about 3:30), but we managed to find a bar that was open, Gym.  Eventually ASFKAB meets up with us (literally off the train from Fire Island, weekend Chanel bag and everything) for a couple of drinks.  Tighty Whitey got wrapped up with a friend, and Urban Sprawl had dinner plans, so ASFKAB and I ditch and go to The Eagle.  Mm, beef.  No really, they sell burgers and sausage out front on the grill.  After repeated attempts to benefit from the wind machine on the roof terrace (which was being blocked by a not-so-hot bear), I headed home to not do laundry.

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