what does it take to get a flier in this town?!
july 4th ruled. here's a summary (the highlights) of what happened:
1. beach/sun/ice cream/gay people-watching
2. running into two nice (straight edge?)kids from bard, watching the fireworks, and amanda and i slowly getting drunk in front of them.
3. swimming out to a boat in the harbor in our underwear, discovering the following: a)a secret compartment room with a bed that doubled as a bathroom b) a stereo with a brian eno tape and a reggae cd in it c) free tostitos d) soggy cigarettes which we tried desperately to light and e) an unopened pack of trojans.
4. wading back to shore only to realize that some hooligans had stolen all of amanda's clothes while we were in the water.
5. luckily finding a crumpled up sandy muscle tank that said "bombshelter inn" behind a log for amanda to cover herself up with so we could continue the night.
6. meeting six random cape cod teenagers, handing over the reset of our bacardi to them out of drunken generosity and playing never have i ever with them on the beach, finding that they were more sexually experienced than possibly the two of us combined, which is to say, bored subarbanites.
yesterday was also fun. we somehow got into this lesbian bar called Chaser's (followed some hot girl there), ordered Corona's, and spotted kara from v for vendetta (!!) coincidentally i had my mr. lady bag with me (a token sign a queeerdom which amanda and i (ab)used to make up for our femme handicap -- hence the title of this post -- no one thought we were gay and rarely approached us about gay events) and she commented on it. so we got to talking with her about the lame gay male-dominated ptown scene (she called them the 'tittieboys' because of the swarms of topless faggy body builders all around town) and how she dreamed of hosting a queer electro night (wooah how rad would that be?). i told her i'd bring all my friends if she did that.
p.s. happy birthday wes!
1. beach/sun/ice cream/gay people-watching
2. running into two nice (straight edge?)kids from bard, watching the fireworks, and amanda and i slowly getting drunk in front of them.
3. swimming out to a boat in the harbor in our underwear, discovering the following: a)a secret compartment room with a bed that doubled as a bathroom b) a stereo with a brian eno tape and a reggae cd in it c) free tostitos d) soggy cigarettes which we tried desperately to light and e) an unopened pack of trojans.
4. wading back to shore only to realize that some hooligans had stolen all of amanda's clothes while we were in the water.
5. luckily finding a crumpled up sandy muscle tank that said "bombshelter inn" behind a log for amanda to cover herself up with so we could continue the night.
6. meeting six random cape cod teenagers, handing over the reset of our bacardi to them out of drunken generosity and playing never have i ever with them on the beach, finding that they were more sexually experienced than possibly the two of us combined, which is to say, bored subarbanites.
yesterday was also fun. we somehow got into this lesbian bar called Chaser's (followed some hot girl there), ordered Corona's, and spotted kara from v for vendetta (!!) coincidentally i had my mr. lady bag with me (a token sign a queeerdom which amanda and i (ab)used to make up for our femme handicap -- hence the title of this post -- no one thought we were gay and rarely approached us about gay events) and she commented on it. so we got to talking with her about the lame gay male-dominated ptown scene (she called them the 'tittieboys' because of the swarms of topless faggy body builders all around town) and how she dreamed of hosting a queer electro night (wooah how rad would that be?). i told her i'd bring all my friends if she did that.
p.s. happy birthday wes!