Lets call him Jason...(and "Jason" - if youre reading this - thanks again! it was a fantastic time!) Jason lived in Brooklyn in an area called Park Slope. I guess its named so because its a large walk uphill. I took a subway, got off at an outside station, and met him at a gay bar called Excelsior a short walk away.. I recognized him instantly from his pic, we had a round of whiskeys, and he seemed to know everyone at the bar. I felt a bit the celebrity myself being introduced around the room.We walked a few streets to Blue Ribbon, a meat and fish fare. He had luckily made reservations as it was packed inside. A bottle of pinot noir, an excellent meal, and converations about everything from childhood vacations to gay bar urinal etiquette.
After the meal we wanted a night cap, but Excelsior was a bit too rough after such a civilized dinner. I seemed to have gotten further plastered than i intended. Jason offered his couch. And that all I'm telling you.
I woke up in the morning...Jason asked to take some photos of me to remember the date. I obliged...although I looked like hell. (and those photos are his - so don't ask me to see them) Jason will hopefully visit me at home this summer. I took the subway back to Manhattan - Erik was at home when i arrived - and we went out to brunch at Life Cafe. I had a disgusting Bloody Mary, then passed out on the sofa when we got back to the pad. Erik watched some music awards show nonsense on television, and I read TimeOut NY looking for a show to see before i leave NYC.speaking of...Erik and I agreed last night that today is my last staying with him...so that my cue to get my plan in order and buy rail tickets! There is a cheap hotel on 19th street i might linger in for a night or two...or i may try my luck in craigs list again.
