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Mondays! J/K!!
So, San Diego gays need no longer trek up to Los Angeles to find a posh venue to sport our finest striped shirts and distressed jeans. Lei has arrived. It’s an ultra-trendy lounge in University Heights that features a wall of water, bottle service, private cabanas, bonfires, and beautiful people (just ask them) with intricate hairstyles. I must admit, that when I first moved here from New York, I was somewhat disappointed with how casual all of the popular bars are. It was almost as if anyone who didn’t look like they were on their way home from the gym seemed out of place. But now, after several months, I’ve come to embrace the informality of the SD scene, and Lei is a pretentious shock to my system. If any of y’all remember when Felt opened in Chicago, it’s got a very similar snooty vibe to it. And there’s no reason. The scene here is so small that everyone knows everyone’s dirty laundry. It’s like, stop walking around like you’re Rupert fucking Everett, you were booty-calling my roommate for two months, and I know all about your issues. Or, stop trying to act like the gay male version of Carrie Bradshaw, everyone here knows your coke habit is out of control.
Shout out to Leia who just made a big move to the BK and started an awesome new blog. I watched "Selena" the other day to commemorate Cinco de Mayo and thought of the dishwasher who worked with Leia and I back at the Allen Center at NU. She looked just like Selena’s Killer, Yolanda. So much so that we didn’t ever want to be left alone in the kitchen with her. Unfortunately she never gave us a ring with an egg like Yolanda gave Selena. Anyway, once Leia put some dirty dishes out of her reach (Selena’s killer was not so tall), and SK started screaming at the top of her lungs "Lady! Lady!! Lady! Lady! Lady!!" It was like a fire alarm. We never did find out her real name.
The best thing about SDSU is the chance it gives students to see popular movies for free before they are released. Tomorrow, I am going to catch the new Lindsay romantic comedy, "Just My Luck," and I can’t wait! Don’t worry, I’ll let all of y’all know how it is.
Got my butch baseball fan on yesterday and went to the Cubs v. Padres game with the local alumni club. I learned that general admissions tickets at Petco Park only allow you to sit on the grass. You still get a pretty good view of the field, but it’s not as exciting as sitting in the stands. Also, little children kept stomping on my hands, and I almost stepped on one of their little faces (on accident). It was a beautiful day, though, and the grass was a nice place to sit and talk and watch interesting-looking people walk by. Also, the kids play wiffleball nearby, and that game was more exciting than the Padres.
