Cock Spots

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.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Belated Grand St. crawl

I'm going to be in Portland, OR for the time being, and haven't really been in a position to go out. I did find some cocktail napkins from two weeks ago, when Jess and I made notes on a round of bars in the Grand St area (tho not all are on Grand). Here's what I've been able to decipher:

11: 15 - Savalas: not so promising
11:38 - (can't read est): a little more promising...guys able to accessorize
11:39 - (somewhere else): Jess and I debating Misfits T-shirt guy
11: 48 - (completely unreadable)
12:00 - Iona: Errrr
12:05 - Trash: 1.5 cure boys, and smells like McDonalds
12:25 - Foodswings for their version of "bacon cheese fries." Don't understand why they couldn't use crispy fake bacon instead of the limp substance. I hate that devoted carnivores like me could kick their asses in vegan cooking. Anyway, just saw a few angry looking filthy bike messenger types and dudes who probably drink herbal tea on a Saturday night.
12:40 - some est called "Rosso." we poked our heads in and said, "no fucking way."
12:53 - (I don't know about the time lapse here) back to Savalas, and it wasn't much better. Frankly, I don't care for guys in super baggy pants. How are you supposed to know what's underneath? What if he's pear-shaped?

We also noticed there was no more Tainted Lady, and we also feared the same for Larry Lawrence. Jessica did find the latter on a recent night.

The evening ended at Fun (N4th and Driggs), and I think this will be happening more often. It's all about the hot hipster gay boys, the ones that make you swoon with "what a waste!" Despite their team, they will still dance really filthily with you, and the ambience is similar to someone's basement.