Sup Diary, Dana here.
Frances decided to be my traveling companion to see my old friend Mike, from High School. Mike came out to me last year and since then has left the Valley to live in Washington D.C.
Frances packed us some tofu, mayo & rice cake sandwiches for the drive down. Blecch! Driving down was pretty freaking scary especially when the highway became eight separate lanes. I swear my hands were glued into the steering wheel.
We also got slightly lost somewhere in Maryland too. But we eventually made it. Mike had to work the day we arrived at his condo but he gladly made us breakfast and said when he’d be home. He left us with a spare key and said if we wanted we could leave for some site seeing.
Frances and I set out and visited a crap load of museums, including the national museum of women. We hit the LGB bookstore called Lambda Rising and I got a couple zines, a Keith Haring coloring book and the Scum Manifesto by Valarie Solanas.
Then we headed back to Mikes place. Mike said he wanted us to check out this club called Trumpets that he likes to go to. I figured what the hell, wouldn’t be the first gay bar either of us attended.
Unbeknownst to Mike it was Leather Cowboy night. Every guy in the place with the exception of us was over 60 and wearing ass less chaps. One dude even felt the need to flirt with me (flattering to some extent but ewww all the same), both Mike & Frances laughed it up at my expense.
Aside from that action, we had a lovely dinner back at the condo and had a chance to play catch up.
Then Frances and I headed home.
Till Again, Dana