On Friday, I spent most of the morning watching TO THE LAST MAN (Winner for Best Picture, Actor, and many more GAYVN awards) with Thatcher. TO THE LAST MAN is the only nominated film I owned. I bought it from work a while back with a 50 dollar rebate card I got from Verizon. Ever since the movie came out, I've wanted to but it. Mostly because I love the cover of the movie. I also had a feeling that this movie was gonna be quite successful. I've read about the film in several porn blogs and it got nothing but praise. I put the movie out @ Adult Factory Outlet when it first came out. Hoping one of our gay patrons would end up buying the film. Every time I would go and straighten up the Gay/Tranny section in the DVD room I'd come across the box cover. I had to pick it up and look at the front and back of the DVD. After staring at the box for a couple weeks I just HAD to buy it.
After watching the flick (I'll post up my review soon) Thatcher and I hit the streets to go get hair cuts. It's been a while since I got my hair cut. I usually cut my hair super short then let it grow until I get sick of it. Steve, the guy who did my hair, was fuckin amazing! I wanted to cut my hair real short but Steve didn't wanna touch the top of my hair. I told him that I've always wanted to have Morrissey or James Dean hair. Steve worked his magic and left me with a great new hairdo. I was happy with the end results. I felt fresh and brand new. I always feel that way after a haircut. Getting a haircut always makes me feel like I can take on the world.
After the haircut, I met up with Lynn and Tabatha for dinner. The weather was beyond perfection. Not a cloud in the sky with a nice breeze caressing the city. I was eagerly awaiting the debauchery that was coming up once the sun went down...
Tabatha and I headed down to the Castro to hit up all the bars again. Almost all the bars on the Castro were taken over by a different porn company. Our goal was to hit up every bar and try and meet as many porn stars as we could. Once we got to the bars the streets were buzzing with energy. There were people waiting in lines to get to the bars to get fucked up and maybe fondle a porn star. We stood in front of Q's bar. We were meeting up with Stacie Adams, one of Lynn's good friends and an expert in adult web traffic AND all around cool chick. While standing outside of the bar, I noticed that I'm standing right next to Michael Lucas!!! He was one of the people that I wanted to meet on my trip up here. I had to do a double take to make sure it was him. He was dressed all in black and looking quite the handsome gentlemen. It looked like he was waiting for someone or just getting some fresh air. I smiled at him, a quick smile and quickly turned away. I was a lil intimidated being around him. He has been in the biz for a very long time and is a gay porn mogul. I almost got the courage to say hello to him but decided to go in the bar. What a chicken shit I am! I blew my opportunity to talk to Michael Lucas! It was time for a drink.
The club was packed! Falcon Studios was hosting at Q's bar. We found Stacie at the bar. She had been there for a while already with one of her friends that works for Falcon. We started to drink and catch up. As we were talking Erik Rhodes (Star and cover guy of Falcon's GAYVN nominated film AFTERPARTY) walks right by us with a stack of his DVDs. He starts talking to us and telling us about his film and how it was gonna win all sorts of shit (it didn't). He gave Tabatha and Stacie a copy of his DVD. I asked him politely if I could have one but he ignored me and continued to talk to the girls. I stood there for a bit listening to them talk and sipping on my drink. Finally, right before he left he gave me a copy of his film. Stacie ended up taking him outside and doing an interview of him. Stacie was on a quest to get footage of people talking about how to give a good blow job. Erik Rhodes didn't know what to say about giving a good blow job. He was giving some lame answers. You'd figure a gay porn superstar like himself would know how to give a couple tips on good fellatio.
Drinks were flowing at this point. There was a guy at the bar who had a bunch of TJ HAWKE's pictures with him. He was signing them and handing them out to people. I believed him for a second, but when I got a closer look at the guy it soooooo wasn't TJ HAWKE. I was DUPED! It was funny as shit though. Like, I knew in the back of my mind it wasn't him. I just thought it was hilarious because the club was dark enough that this guy could possibly fool a bunch of people. He kept wanting to dance and grind on me on the dance floor. Man, I was cracking up so hard and giving this guy props for his little show.
We started bar hopping. At this point, we're all pretty buzzed! My Friend Miguel meets up with us at the bars. Miguel is one of my dearest, closest friends. We both met when we were going to School at UT Austin. Miguel is like my adventure buddy cuz we always end up in some crazy, incredible adventures every time we hang out. It's been over a year since I'd seen him and I was super excited that we were FINALLY gonna meet up and hang out. Once Miguel showed up things got wild!
The music and the loud chatter of the bar was intoxicating. I kept looking around at all the people surrounding the bar. Juanita More, one of my favorite DJ's was spinning some great fuckin tunes @ Q's Bar. We danced, we drank, we laughed, we took shots, we fuckin did all kinds of crazy shit! As we were bar hopping we end up running into Scott Tanner, one of Raging Stallions men and multiple nominee. He was walking right us and I stopped him to say hello. He was really cool and took a moment to hang out with us and talk about the film. We talked about his nomination for Best Threesome. It was real nice chatting with him. I wished him good luck on his nominations and said goodbye. Seeing Scott Tanner meant that Ricky Sinz might be out somewhere. I kept telling our posse "Where is Ricky Sinz!?! WHERE IS HE!?!" Some people said he was outside waiting in line to get in to The Edge. Others said he was walking around with a group of people. Regardless, there was no sighting.
I was bummed there was no Ricky sighting, but it was still fun trying to find him @ all the different bars. We kept partying till the wee hours of the night. I can't remember if we hit up all the bars that night. it doesn't matter. We had the best fuckin time.
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