Sunday, May 17, 2015

Hello, Goodbye, NYC

     I was thinking that it might be a good idea that I do this week’s blog about my trip to New York City. There is so much going on, that I think it might be a good idea to do it like a journal so I don’t forget anything. I’ve forgotten things already, I’m sure. So here goes…

     Sunday, May 10, 2015

     I left from Orlando flying United Airlines. Never again, United. I refuse to pay for one checked bag. I could sooo go on a rant about this.

     Anyway, the flight was full of kids. Of course, living close to Disney World, I’ve grown accustomed to that. What I can’t get used to are crying kids. Not one, not two, but three decided to cry all the way to New York. Ugh… hate that. For some reason, my suggestion of putting them in plastic garbage bags was met with frowns. Don’t know why?

     Worst shuttle ride in my life. Flight landed at 2 p.m. Shuttle picked me up at 3:30 then proceeded to circle the airport, picking up other passengers. I was the first one on and the last one off. Got to the apartment that we rented at 5:45 p.m. It took me longer to get from the airport to the apartment than it took me to get from Florida to NYC. Another UGH.

     Meet up with the fabulous Ms. K.C. Wells, a.k.a., the little English Washer Woman. We get cleaned up to go out. I had the brilliant idea to use Uber to get to the club I wanted to go to. Strippers of course. This turned out to not be such a great idea.

     I did ask the driver if I needed to reconfirm where we were going. “Oh no, I have it right here,” he said, tapping his tablet. Yeah, not so much. In reality, picked up the wrong fare. The man took us to Queens, while we needed to go to 58th street, in Manhattan. An hour later, we finally got to where we were going. UGH

     Unfortunately, it was a waste of time and money. The Adonis Club of strippers were disappointing at best. I will be removing myself from their mailing list. The club itself was okay, but I think we’ve been spoiled by Bliss in Atlanta.

     The dancers, not going to call them strippers because they didn’t strip, just walked around in their underwear trying to get guys to go do private lap dances. Once you turned them down, they could no longer be bothered talking to you. Of course, that took a while because they thought that K.C. was my wife! Yeah, my reputation is just ruined. UGH

     We came back to the apartment and went to bed. Not a very good start to the trip.

     Monday, May 11, 2015

     So… me and Dub-Dub went out and found a grocery store. Stocked up for while we are here. The crazy Monique, a.k.a. Mo-mo, came over and that was the beginning of the end. Yes, there was a liter if wine consumed by those two crazy females. I stuck to beer and tequila.

     I did something I normally don’t do, and advise others not to do: I did drunk FB posts. Yeah, well shit happens I guess. Still didn’t get a stripper delivered. A bit disappointing, but hey, we still had a good time. (Perhaps if I were a porn star and wanted a brand new, digital baby grand ($15k approx.), I'd have better luck.)

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

     Ugh. What a morning. I need coffee, lots and lots of coffee. No, I wasn’t hung over, just didn’t get as much sleep as I’d like to have had. Today is the designated shopping day. Out to buy K.C. some boots to go with her new skirt. The outfit will look fab.

     Of course the image that comes to my mind is Scarlet O’Hara, holding onto the bedpost with Mammy telling her to suck it in. Yeah, this is going to be a very interesting outfit. I’m soooo going to get pictures of that.

     Tuesday, Afternoon.

     Shopping done and I have to say it was a great success. Unfortunately, my phone wasn’t fully charged so I didn’t get pictures of her trying on the boots. I will tell you that they are great looking and will do quite nicely for what she is wanting to do.

     Tuesday, Night

     We got in a quick power-nap and got ready to go out to see some stripper-boys. So far we are 0-2. Didn’t see a one. WestGay advertised that they opened at 10 p.m. Got there and we were told that they don’t open till 11 p.m. Okay, we went off and got a little something to eat and returned.

     Seems there are two sides to this club and the side with the dancers/performers wasn’t yet open. We hung around and by midnight they still weren’t open and didn’t look to appear it was going to be anytime soon. By then I was just done. My feet were killing me, lack of sleep and just overall grouchy. We left. Got home about 1:30 p.m. because of a traffic accident on the FDR.

     Another waste of time and many. WestGay, you get two thumbs down. Ugh…

     I think I’ve been cursed.

     Wednesday, May 13, 2015

     A lot more coffee needed. Today the lovely, simply lovely, lovely, lovely, K.C. Wells departs for Boston. I’ll have the rest of the week on my own here in the Big Apple. Wish she didn’t have to go.

     I’ll be meeting another author for a cup of coffee at Penn Station and then onto meet two ladies who got me rolling in this whole writing thing. I’m really looking forward to meeting them face-to-face for the first time.

     After that, I’m taking my big, old, fat butt to bed. I need some rest. NYC, you’re wearing me out!

     Later Wednesday…

     I met Kim Lise Horton and F. Leonora Soloman for dinner. At long last I have met, face to face, two ladies who were instrumental in my writing career. Each played a significant role. Lise for pushing me, encouraging me, challenging me and basically kicking me in the ass. Fidencia for publishing my first story, ‘Cooking English’.

     We had a blast. We laughed, giggled and exchanged stories and generally caught up. I owe each of them so much. Thank you ladies for taking the time to meet me. Love you both!

     Thursday, May 14, 2015

     Strippers! Finally.

     During the day I rested. Okay, I took a long nap and tried to get a little work done, which I did. A much needed rest I may add, not all that much work.

     I also had lunch with a studly, hunk of a man who has agreed to be on the cover of an upcoming book I’ve been working on. I think this is going to be a stellar cover.

     So…Thursday night, Mo-mo loaded me up and took me to a club called Therapy for Testosterone Thursdays. They do a one hour show of strippers. Yeah, only one hour. So they had four dancers who had one turn, one song to wow the crowd. It was fun, just not long enough. It all felt very rushed to me.

     I have to say, I’m very spoiled now. I keep comparing these clubs to Bliss of Atlanta, my go to club for strippers. It saddens me that it is now closed.

     At any rate, we had a good time.

     Friday, May 15, 2015

     Oh hell. I was so done. Got home late and went to bed. Woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t get back to sleep. Friday was another one of those days that I just couldn’t seem to get my ass in gear.

     I don’t do well without sleep and there is no amount of coffee that is going to make up for that. I tried to take a nap, but that didn’t happen either. Oh well, I fumbled around most of the day. UGH

     There was something that came up, however, that I needed to take a long hard look at before making a decision. You know one of those things where you need to write it out, think about it, switch it up and then look at it again? That’s how I approach it at any rate. Helps me to come to some sort of conclusion of how to think about it. I’m thinking that may be a Taurus trait. I did come to a conclusion. It wasn’t what I wanted but I got it sorted out, which is good. Still sad that it wasn’t what I really wanted, but then life isn’t fair and we don’t always get what we want.

     Saturday, May 16, 2015

     Okay… feeling a bit more rested and ready to meet the day. Of course I have to have my coffee. I made a pot and started on this blog once again. It’s a grey and gloomy looking day in NYC, which suits me just fine. I’ll get some work done. (Got a lot of writing done. YAY!)

     I know that Mo-mo has something planned for tonight. She’s actually getting her hair done, so I have a feeling it is going to be a good night. I guess I’ll see.

     Indeed Mo-mo had something planned. She took me to one of her favorite clubs, the G Lounge. I must say, this was an interesting club. There is no doubt that the clubs/bars here in NYC are thriving.

     I wasn’t expecting the throng of drag queens however. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen that much Maybelline in use in one place. I’ve never understood why a linebacker would want to do drag. I swear, there was this one guy there who looked about as female as Tom Selleck. IF this guy had broke out into ‘I Feel Pretty’, I’d have pissed myself, right then and there.

     But I digress… this G Lounge place did have some very pretty go-go boys. I could see them every once in a while through some of the hairdo’s of the drag-monsters. I’m pretty sure I was one of the oldest guys there. UGH

     Then we headed off to see a friend of hers, a dancer, at another place. Damn, the place was packed to the gills. Again, they had some very nice looking men dancing in their underwear. I have a feeling that Andrew Christian isn’t going out of business anytime soon. And damn, these boys are HUNG.

     Overall, NYC, you do not have strippers, at least I didn't find any. You have some very hot go-go boys, but no strippers. While I did have a good time, I will continue my search for strippers. If anyone knows of any good gay, all male strip clubs, please let me know. Who knows... I may be in a city near you at some point.

     Unfortunately, I fell off the wagon last night. I’d been doing very well. Keeping myself away from the white stuff. Walking past when it was practically screaming my name. I was weak. I needed a fix. I think I was pretty much jonesing for it actually.

     Yep, I got a half gallon of milk and drank it in one sitting. I’m so ashamed. “Hi, my name is Max and I’m a milk-a-holic.” To make matters worse, I got a hamburger to go with it! Yep, diet blown all to hell. UGH

     Sunday, May 17, 2015

     This is my last full day here in the Big Apple. I’ve had a good trip. It wasn’t the go-go boys or the bars that made this trip memorable but the people. I have found this to be true where ever I’ve gone though. Visited old friends, made some new and find that I treasure each one.

     I think I did a good deed the other day. I feel as if I did. Didn’t cost me a dime. Did you know that smiles and a simple, ‘Hello’, is free? Sometimes that can make someone’s day.

     Have a grrreat week, y’all.


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