a lefty’s log

yeah, so there’s this t-shirt available that says:

go see it at the think geek website.

you know, if i could blog on the fly, that would be awesome. i could think the thought, composing without typing and bam, there it is for all the world to see.

that’s how i wanted my homework done in fifth grade, too, but they didn’t have the techology in the mid 80s and it’s not going to magically appear now. . . . but a boy can dream, no?

. . .

anyway, i bring this up only because i was a part of something surreal yesterday. but really it starts very early on sunday morning: my sister came over for the weekend to celebrate her birthday and to commemorate easter. as a part of the birthday thing, she went out to a gay bar on saturday with an old friend from work.

rememeber, i work nights and weekends. on this particular saturday-into-sunday, i felt too sleepy to continue working, so i came home early. turns out my sister ALW came in just a short time before me. she came into my room and told me few things about her evening. all i remember is something about boys in jockeys and how they don’t leave much to the imagination. i’d asked her if that was a bad thing and she gave a non-commital answer.

fast forward to last night. i was chatting with my friend MB in downtown dayton. i had just driven her from the restaurant where we met to her parking garage, and we were still in my truck. it was a regular wednesday night and a few folks were walking around, some in couples, some by themselves. there was a pretty rowdy bunch of well-dressed high-schoolers that looked like they’d just enjoyed dinner at a downtown eatery after taking in a muse machine program or something. you know, nothing special.

one couple in particular walked by, not particularly close to each other, but i intuited somehow that they were more than just friends. a short time later one of the pair was sheepishly waving at me outside my window.

“hi,” he said, titling his head to one side, kinda like you’d say to a friend’s puppy. or maybe he was just trying to see both of us inside the truck; the curbs were high.

“i don’t normally do this, but i saw the rainbow sticker on your windshield, and, well, we’re here from san francisco and we’re looking for a place to get a drink. . . .”

you should also know that although i live near dayton, and drive past it some eight times a week, i have very little idea as to what’s actually there. i only found the schuster center a couple of months ago. and while the sticker in the windshield is true, i’m not of the type to frequent bars and such. these tourists happened upon the wrong local.

so i turn to my female friend MB sitting next to me. she promptly parrots back to me from my recounting of my sister’s story, that club masque is on first and jefferson.

“club masque is on first and jefferson,” i repeat. “but i don’t know if they’re open,” i added sagely.

“that’s okay,” he said in a resigned manner. then he sort of melted away.

i think i failed some sort of test. but the sticker remains.

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speaking of stickers. in a sort of blog name-dropping, here’s an appropriate image from a favorite blog of mine:

click on the pic to see one of the funniest photo series on the net.

–i really need to post more often. trying to get it all in in one post just isn’t cutting it.