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I really do have a lot of new content, but my computer is in the shop for a few days. So there.
Tonight we wondered, "where do all the hot boys hang out on Sunday?" Oddly enough, we also wondered the same thing the previous evening, as well as the week before, and the week before that.
Wouldn't it be great if you at least had an idea where the greatest concentration of delectable specimens were guzzling their PBRs at a given time? I mean, if you're going to spend your hard-earned money in a drinking establishment, you need to get the most eye candy for the buck.
I really do have a lot of new content, but my computer is in the shop for a few days. So there.
I'm going to try for a few weekend reports, but after next week a family situation will put me on the West Coast for a while. In my absence I shall enourage my trusty contributors to step up for the cause.
According to Jessica, lots of hot Mexicans and Colombians crammed into a tiny space dancing their asses off. Yay!
I have to admit, last night's energy was focused on gettting intoxicated rather than scoping out man meat due to a very stressful week. I was, however, impressed at the crowd for Savalas's open bar (vodka and Yuengling, 10:30-11:30 on Fridays). A particularly cute boy with tats and a messenger bag smiled and said, "hello!" then proceeded to tell me about how he accidentally saw his (male) friend's "sexy" panties when he tried to wake him to to have some fun (they turned out to be boxer briefs). Jessica found one to her liking, but he had to be up at 6am to trim trees for the city (!). There were other familiar faces, like Jordan and his friend whose name I can never remember.
Buzzcocks= hot boys
Jessica and I have decided to *officially* "stalk" the Young Rick Springfield, at the McCarren Pool shows, who also seems to be a dodgeball aficionado. He has a ridiculously pretty face, and Jess likes his happy-go-lucky, spider monkey presence. One of these days, we resolve to find out his name and snap a clearer pic, as a service to all of you! Again he was there, strutting his little spindly body around the pool.
I shall be using the term "hot ass" liberally, to increase the traffic here. I'm sure you won't mind.
I have to say, I was pleasantly surprised at the variety of dudes in attendance, especially the age range. You easily found the craggy, old skool punks (after the 2nd band, turning to us and saying, "they got 1978 down!") alongside the 17-yr-old kids. I loved it!
The wonderful Punk Ass Jason has enabled B. A. and me to see the Buzzcocks at Warsaw tonight!
I think we were all pretty pleased at the outcome of Sunday's Pool Party. Waves of hotness as far as the eye can see...this is going on through September 3rd, so I'd highly recommend checking it out.
Yes, the pool was chock full of hotties yesterday, but none can compare to the bass player of les savy fav (who rocked the fuck out btw, but this blog is about the cock and not the rock.)
Evidently LauRenn is surrounded by cute boys in her office ALL DAY and has neglected to inform the rest of us. I delivered a birthday cake (bling!) for her boss this morning, and couldn't believe all the industrious little animators at their computers.
I'm still recovering from this past weekend, but will share what I can...the Kickball Tournament took place on Saturday at McCarren. Mikki was correct; the Rye Coalition dudes were indeed foxy. There were also teams from DC, RI, Jersey, GA, and Canada (fresh meat alert!) present, and they were all adorable. We were particularly fond of Toronto's roster.
Went to Iona's with Jeffy bright and early on Sat for the England Portugal game, we thought we'd try a non-Zabloski's venue.
Mikki, I was going to ask about that! I ended up taking a long nap, and figured I missed most of the fest. We did swing by Supreme Trading afterwards to check out the after party, and if this was the same crowd, then yes indeed there were lots of cuties (Jessica said, "I think if film is involved, the boys will be hot").