FLIRTING INTO THE WEEKEND...

Hello there my loyal fans! Who's your favorite blogger huh? WHO?! WHO?! WHAT?! HOW DARE YOU! I THOUGHT I WAS YOUR TOP CHOICE?! YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BASTARDS! I'M NEVER BLOGGING AGAIN! Oh, don't mind me, I'm just being silly! HEE!

Last night, I went to meet my brother Charles and his silly drunk friends at this place nearby to celebrate his 40th birthday. Damn, I didn't have a camera! I had never been here, but it's quite the cool little hole in the wall! A very Hispanic crowd, and they had karaoke, so I got to hear my fair share of rancheras, salsa, cumbia, and Mexican polka folk country music sung by normal everyday Latinos in da house. The food was good, a mix of Salvadoran and Mexican I believe, but most of us ordered good old-fashioned greasy Salvadoran pupusas with curtido and red sauce. Deelish man! I have never seen so many green Heineken bottles at one table. These homeboys love their beer man; bunch of lushes my brother and his buds! All of them were drinking, except one of them at the table besides me. You see, I was on my own high, because I had already puffed on some of the herb ya know, but in good moderation, and there was this quite handsome shaved head sober Latino papi in our group there who gave me a strange gay vibe, even though he was acting the fully hetero part well with his buds. At one point, I was a brazen little fag: staring at his crotch, glaring right at him, and making it obvious that I liked what I saw. Either he is clueless, or enjoyed it, because not once did he move from his spot across from me and he was quite receptive to my obvious advances and would look at me often; he was most friendly with me and really admired my singing. None of this was obvious to the other liquored up dumbasses (including my brother) at the table, because we were very subtle in our flirtations, but man I could feel the tension! He has to swing towards my team! He cannot be fully hetero! There's no way, and this isn't just wishful thinking or projection on my part. At least, I don't think it is. I've been invited Saturday night to continue celebrating here; the party continues. Oh boy. It was a long night last night, but I had lots of fun, although I left feeling a bit like an ass hoping I didn't turn homeboy off with my gay bullshit, but I have this nagging feeling he liked it. HE REALLY LIKED IT. He asked me at one point if I had gotten lots of karaoke practice and I told him about my old GAY karaoke bar that just closed, and his next question was, "What has happened now to all the people who used to hang out there? And does West Hollywood have good karaoke?" Uh huh. What an interesting question right?

The four protein powder scoops alone with water shaken vigourously in one of those mixing cups is disgusting, but mix in half water, half milk, half an apple and half a banana in a blender and ya got yourself a much more tasty shake for sure! This is the way to go, and boy is it filling! I can feel myself packing the pounds as we speak kids! I was supposed to go to the gym today, but I was too exhaused, so Saturday I will have a superb workout that will literally kick my ass. That's the goal okay? My new hot bod is coming along! YEEHA! This is my prime folks!

I'm requesting more comments on my posts, especially from those who come to lurk and just read. Don't be lazy! Even if it is a quick hello, comment so I know u read my useless baloney! Thanks a million! I'm just an attention-whore.

Have an awesome weekend everybody! I hope it's not too late to get a ticket to see this awesome Scottish band, coming to L.A. very soon. An old cool song of theirs: