Red, gold, black and blue
Biked over to Chinatown tonight to hop the Gold Line up to Pasadena for dinner with
firepieand Talia. Wow, was that train packed. Thank god for high fuel prices. People are really getting into mass transit out here, even if the high gas prices are scoring ExxonMobil record breaking profits. The ride to the 'Dena is such a joy, and the huge picture windows on those train cars make all the better.
Sitting on the sidewalk seating at the decidedly DudeBroMan Barney's Beanery we watched the straight world go by. We remarked that we were like the straight meatheads who go to WeHo to gawk at the queers, but when we realized that all those meatheads are closet fags, we then worried that our straight-gawking meant we were closet heteros, so we dropped the subject.
Next we walked over to H&M where I scored a couple of tasty button downs and 2 vests.
firepiehad never heard of H&M and was in search of a wedding getup. When we walked in she let out an exasperated "Wait, this place only sells WOMEN'S clothes? UGH!" She wound up buying a semi-girl top, apparently something she has done once before recently. I'll know we're in trouble if she decides to double her shoe collection by buying one other pair.
after some pretentious frozen goodies at a place where you order in 100 gram increments I hopped back on Goldie, took her down to Union Station and then took the Red Line up to Hollywood, biked over to the Normandie Room in WeHo to meet
hannahtheweirdo, bumped into
lucyindeeskye, put down a couple of rounds and hopped my bike back towards Hollywood and Highland to hop on the last Red Line home.
At Santa Monica and Highland I felt inspired and decided to cut the dogleg and meet the train at Santa Monica and Vermont. Convinced that the last train arrived at H&H at 1:22, I was 5 minutes ahead of the train and just minding my own business when a car blasts towards me off of a stop sign while I go along the main drag, I am probably going about 15 mph.
I made the snap decision to 1) hope she sees me and stops short, and in the mean time slam on my brakes as hard as possible without losing control 2) Prepare to jump and bail at the last minute, sacrificing a collarbone for a brain but I am 3) worried that she will see me and swerve into my escape path so I decide to 4) just bail and hope she DOESN'T see me and just hits the bike and not me, who will simply be on the ground with her collarbone sticking out.
Instead, I 5) unintentionally endo but manage to rock an endo-stand that would befit Team Haro in 1985, wrestle the bike back down without having a cross-bar incident, land back on the rear wheel and look to see her fully stopped short. Disaster averted. Wow. When I was up on that front wheel, I turned to see her stop at the very last minute - I was about to let myself go flying forward onto two soon-broken hands and out of the car path, but thank god she stopped.
I literally just stood there for a minute, and she was dazed too. We just looked at eachother, she said sorry, I said it was okay, and we moved on. In all reality my front headlight was out due to technical difficulties tonight, and this incident may have bene avoided if I was properly lit. At least I was helmeted.
So I truck a couple of more blocks to the metro station, sashay down to the platform and wait. And wait. And there ain't no damn train. And the cleaning crew comes by, looks at me puzzled, tells me the station is closed, loads me into the elevator and sends me up to the streets.
By this point, I've given up. I am hungry, I go toward the 7-11 at Virgil and Santa Monica, caddie corner from that horrific Little Temple Bar which used to be the amazing punk shithole the Garage, but before I can get in, a skinhead drunk douchebag propositions me, then informs me (in case i didn't notice) that he is white, so of course he must be a good, safe catch... at this point, I just decide to ride all the way home.
I almost stopped at Circus of Books in Silverlake to grab some tranny porn, but Ifigured there'd been enough fun for one night.
My route.
firepieand Talia. Wow, was that train packed. Thank god for high fuel prices. People are really getting into mass transit out here, even if the high gas prices are scoring ExxonMobil record breaking profits. The ride to the 'Dena is such a joy, and the huge picture windows on those train cars make all the better.
Sitting on the sidewalk seating at the decidedly DudeBroMan Barney's Beanery we watched the straight world go by. We remarked that we were like the straight meatheads who go to WeHo to gawk at the queers, but when we realized that all those meatheads are closet fags, we then worried that our straight-gawking meant we were closet heteros, so we dropped the subject.
Next we walked over to H&M where I scored a couple of tasty button downs and 2 vests.
firepiehad never heard of H&M and was in search of a wedding getup. When we walked in she let out an exasperated "Wait, this place only sells WOMEN'S clothes? UGH!" She wound up buying a semi-girl top, apparently something she has done once before recently. I'll know we're in trouble if she decides to double her shoe collection by buying one other pair.
after some pretentious frozen goodies at a place where you order in 100 gram increments I hopped back on Goldie, took her down to Union Station and then took the Red Line up to Hollywood, biked over to the Normandie Room in WeHo to meet
hannahtheweirdo, bumped into
lucyindeeskye, put down a couple of rounds and hopped my bike back towards Hollywood and Highland to hop on the last Red Line home.
At Santa Monica and Highland I felt inspired and decided to cut the dogleg and meet the train at Santa Monica and Vermont. Convinced that the last train arrived at H&H at 1:22, I was 5 minutes ahead of the train and just minding my own business when a car blasts towards me off of a stop sign while I go along the main drag, I am probably going about 15 mph.
I made the snap decision to 1) hope she sees me and stops short, and in the mean time slam on my brakes as hard as possible without losing control 2) Prepare to jump and bail at the last minute, sacrificing a collarbone for a brain but I am 3) worried that she will see me and swerve into my escape path so I decide to 4) just bail and hope she DOESN'T see me and just hits the bike and not me, who will simply be on the ground with her collarbone sticking out.
Instead, I 5) unintentionally endo but manage to rock an endo-stand that would befit Team Haro in 1985, wrestle the bike back down without having a cross-bar incident, land back on the rear wheel and look to see her fully stopped short. Disaster averted. Wow. When I was up on that front wheel, I turned to see her stop at the very last minute - I was about to let myself go flying forward onto two soon-broken hands and out of the car path, but thank god she stopped.
I literally just stood there for a minute, and she was dazed too. We just looked at eachother, she said sorry, I said it was okay, and we moved on. In all reality my front headlight was out due to technical difficulties tonight, and this incident may have bene avoided if I was properly lit. At least I was helmeted.
So I truck a couple of more blocks to the metro station, sashay down to the platform and wait. And wait. And there ain't no damn train. And the cleaning crew comes by, looks at me puzzled, tells me the station is closed, loads me into the elevator and sends me up to the streets.
By this point, I've given up. I am hungry, I go toward the 7-11 at Virgil and Santa Monica, caddie corner from that horrific Little Temple Bar which used to be the amazing punk shithole the Garage, but before I can get in, a skinhead drunk douchebag propositions me, then informs me (in case i didn't notice) that he is white, so of course he must be a good, safe catch... at this point, I just decide to ride all the way home.
I almost stopped at Circus of Books in Silverlake to grab some tranny porn, but Ifigured there'd been enough fun for one night.
My route.