2003-12-31 - San Francisco
I e-mailed Steve last night about any last-minute details I should catch up with him about before we hit Sin City for the porn convention and he had this to say:
"....only this.... if New Orleans has more than one airport, please make sure you go to the right one ;-)"
SLICK huh? Jeesh, I love Steve. Citiboyz and him are PART of me now!
Steve is witty. One time in Ft. Lauderdale (I do not know if I already told you this or not...) when we went by a SPEED HUMP sign, I told him, "Hey, I want that sign, that is cool. I can put in my room...." He reached over and pointed to the sign at the next stop, DEAD END, and said, "I think that one would be there first!" OUCH! (wink) He made me laugh, I practically pee-ed! More points for him today with the airport comment. My friend in Chicago that I missed the plane in Chicago to Iowa will get a kick out of it too! Kudos!
I went with my San Francisco Gary again to work today.
We got to his work, ate breakfast in the restaurant with his assistant and then I went to get online and get stuff done.
I think I am going to upgrade to AOL 9.0 Optimized if I can get the download while I am here. I am on a dial-up though.
Here I sit, typing part of the diary today...
I always end up excited when I get on my PartyWithBrandon AIM screen name, why? For example today:
I talked to fan named Kevin. He was full of compliments. He IM'ed me and said, "I read your diary and I feel like we are old friends." That was sweet and EXACTLY what I want. COOL! Some days are more exciting than others, but it works out huh?
I talked to Lewis in Orlando. (...does that bitch EVER do anything besides party and get on the computer?) He sent me some new photos, he is living with a bunch of other hot boys (from what I can gather and what he tells me) in Orlando. They lay out and sun naked I hear. That would be hot! I think he said one of the boys has a tattoo on his dick that says, "Like A Rock" and has the Chevy emblem on it. I like thug boys sometimes. I want to get it, "Like A Rock" and suck on it. (wink) He has quite the collection of boys there from what I hear. Maybe I an visit him sometime soon.
Guess who else IM'ed me? Oh yes - none other then the bitchy boy from Hawaii. I guess I spelled it Collin, it is Kollin. My bad. He started with just a, "Hey.", then a "You have no idea who this is, huh?", when he said, "You spelled it Collin in your diary." I was like, "Oh no maa'am." I IM'ed back with a few nice things and he even IM'ed back an angel face when I told him I figured out it was the bitchy boy! (wink) I said, "Your halo is CRACKED honey." He IM'ed back with "*picks it up and beats you with it." Right!? That is too much. He said someone saw it and told him about it. He played with me in Hawaii while I was DONE FUCKED UP and then does not even take the time to read about the silliness I wrote about him until someone ELSE tells him? WTF? Wait until I catch up with him again. His fucking hotness will only get him so far. (hehehhee...)
I am PISSED again, with SprintPCS. I thought it was odd that my phone did not ring all morning and when I finally went to check my voicemail about 11:30am, it went to the "over your minutes" message and I had pay. I was like, "I just paid in INSANE amount less than a week ago." ARGH! I have had problems on top of problems with it. I want to switch but it so much of a hassle, contracts and my phone number is on every friggin' bathroom wall anyway. It frustrates me, but I kinda by the balls. (and NOT the way I like.)
I talked to Mark Adams today too about a decision I wanted his advice on. I do not know what I will do yet, so I will just think about it some more.
Gary and I left the hotel in a rush to go and pick up his mom and sister from Oakland airport. His sister is SO nice and cute, I have not seen her in like year. His mom is so nice too, she is such a "mom" and so calm, but nurturing. Go her! I am glad to see them.
We went to go shopping at Safeway and grab some stuff for dinner and a few of the things we would need for the party tomorrow night. Gary would go shopping later on for the rest. I am excited about being with him to say goodbye to a year that I am glad for and usher in a new one that I am looking forward to. I hope everyone is feeling the same, I feel bad for the guy/gal who is not.
What would make a year successful? Getting what you wanted? Making someone happy? Giving someone something? Making a certain amount? Attaining certain goals? How do know a year was successful? Hummm?
I had an appointment with a guy I have seen a few times in New Orleans. He is cool, I went to his hotel and hung out there with him for an hour. He was near Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco.
After my appointment, I wanted to give Gary some time with his friends and his family. I do not want to take all his time. I do not know how to read him, I wanted to give him time, but I also want to have some just Gary and Brandon time. He has been with someone the whole time. I even go to work with him but he goes to his office, I go get online.
So after the appointment, I went to Harvey's. It is a bar here in San Francisco named after Harvey Milk. Some political guy. I am more concerned with the absolutely FABULOUS Bloody Mary's they make. Since I am here in San Francisco, I wanted to get one. I had the taxi driver take me to to the Castro and I had one (okay, well one and a half...) Bloody Mary's. When I waked in I walked past three empty seats and sat next to this cute guy who was sitting alone. (or at least I hoped he was...) I pulled out the chair and said, "Is anyone sitting here? Can I?" and he said sure. He was there for dinner he said. I said, "Me? Just drinks!" We talked, he was cool. He was HOT! His name was Gary too, he had really nice arms. He said he worked out alot. I could see his big muscles right at the edge of his sleeves. It was hot. He said he was a pilot, I heard him mention his boyfriend a few times. I do not know what city he said he lived in. A few times towards the end of the conversation, he mentioned things like, "Be careful, I am getting a woodie." I wished I could say, "Let me take care of it hot stuff. I'll lick it and suck the wood right out of it." But I thought, "I just left an appointment, I am quite satisfied and that would be crude." We talked for about an hour about what I did and I said, "It was nice to meet you." I headed towards the next taxi that came by.
Okay so, I flagged down the next the taxi driver. Got in the car and saw this adorable, NO HOT driver. Ummmm? What is up with that? I did not know there was such a thing. I had to ask him his nationality. He said, "Brazilian" Oh my goodness! He had such a sexy accent, this cute dark goatee, an adorable face. I wanted to lean over and kiss him. It did not matter that he did not know where I wanted to go, I said, "Go this way and I will hope I recognize it." I secretly wished he would take me to a back alley and we could make out and have wild, crazy, sex. I thought, "Ummmm... What the fuck, this is a taxi driver and he is GORGEOUS!" I asked him, "I bet living in San Francisco and being in such a gay city, you get told you are cute often." He said with his accent that I wanted to swallow, "I do not care." Translation: "I am straight, but could handle a dick in my mouth." (heheheheh...) I was like, "How old are you?" He said, "26'. How often do you get a fucking HOT, 26 year-old, Brazilian cab driver? Once. I wrote down my phone number, gave him a $20.00 bill for a $9.80 ride and headed out of the taxi door and his life! (sniff, sniff) Dude, a hot taxi driver. A whole new fantasy arrives in the fucked up mind of Brandon B.
Heading into the last day of 2003, wondering what did I accomplish? Thinking about it...
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