Yesterday was Nill's birthday. Kind souls that Nills and Lee are, they invited the 14th Street Christian Youth Association (read: Caitlin, Ashley, Jeremy, and I) over for Tapas. In true fourteenth street fashion we arrive noticably late for a guest list that only plus-one'd one more-- Miss Maria. Thankfully, fatties need not be worried, the food was just coming off the stove as we arrived. Hearts of Palms, Cajun Shrimp, Meatballs, Melon and Prucheutta, Asparagus, Potatoes, stuffed mushrooms... Jesus, it was fatkid paradise.

UH. Total food porn.

The libations flowed, and when we all had gotten good 'n tipsy, the dancing and shakin' moved into a homoeroticism that even I couldn't have expected. The problem? All the straight boys were busy with each other. Isn't that always the way?

Yes, ya'll, I can't help but feel like there is more HoYaY going on between my my heterobuds than between any of my homo ones. Go figs. Its prevelant enough that there is a pattern!

After watching many gender combos bust a move, Caitlin and I made our way down to the black cat for indypop dancing and beer drinkin' fun. I believe us to have had a lovely good time, met some nice folks and pretention was at a minimum. It was superduper nice having a Saturday off!