Patrick and I have been back from New York for almost a month and I’m just now finally making time to post. I know, bad me. Oh, well. You’ll get over it.

Really, the longer I went without posting, the more I didn’t want to. So I didn’t. I’ve been enjoying my online hiatus, unplanned as it was, and have done quite a few things with my time. I’ve also noticed that I’m not completely alone in my lack of blogging. Though few bloggers have been as completely absent as I, many of my regular reads have been updated considerably less frequently in recent weeks. Not sure what’s going on there.

Now… New York City:
Most of you got a teaser from Patrick, since mid-way through the trip he found an internet cafe and posted. I know his brief mention of the words “jock-strap” and “sex club” piqued at least one person’s interest. The trip, to say the least, was wild and crazy fun. Patrick and I and our two friends spent probably more than 50% of the trip intoxicated. Good plan. Trust me.

Many of the nights are a blur now, weeks later, especially since they were a bit of a blur right then, too. Some things I do remember clearly:

First, that Patrick-in-a-jock-strap thing. It was all the walking. We’re used to driving everywhere, and I mean everywhere. So that much walking, for us, is like an athletic event. As such, he needed athletic support. I certainly wasn’t complaining. Raaaarrrr!

Naked Boys Singing is HILARIOUS and, yes, very, very naked.

Wicked is a solid production, a typical big-budget Broadway show. I was duly impressed, though not completely overwhelmed or in love.

Nobu is delicious, though I think I preferred L’Ecole. Lupa is also yummy, though not a favorite.

Our friends spent a ton of time and money shopping. Patrick and I weren’t in the mood for some reason, though I did buy a little art. But not a single pair of shoes. It’s the first NYC trip where I’ve come home without new shoes. Amazing.

The bars and/or clubs are all meshed together in my mind. I remember the Cock, which was loud and fun, including the hot stripper who put my hand down his shorts (alrighty, then… fine by me). Boysroom had a blah backroom, though tranny night downstairs was truly interesting. Pyramid was decent, Splash had too much attitude (both as expected), and the Phoenix, the only one I’d visited before, is always a favorite. We also hit a few others I forget. The only straight bar local friends managed to drag us to was Antarctica, but straight yuppies are soooooooo boring. We didn’t stay there long.

We stumbled on the Horus Cafe completely by accident, drunkenly ordering what we thought was an “appetizer” they were famous for. Nope, not so much. Hookah’s not really an appetizer, per se. But very, very pleasant all the same. Yeah… definitely a “stupid Utahn” moment there. Or maybe just a “stupid drunk” moment. I really hope it was the latter.

WYSIWYG was great fun. I’d love to go every month; New York bloggers are so damn funny! But afterward, I felt seriously inept as a blogger.

One of our trip’s definite highlights was finally meeting Jeff and Matt. They are as damn adorable in person as you’d expect, especially together. They’re also smart, funny, kind and charming. Jeff and I talked about such a diverse range of things - I love a fellow readaholic - and Patrick and Matt really seemed to hit it off in that cute techno-compu-tivo-geek sorta way. Patrick and I both wish they lived closer to us so we could hang out again. Their friends, particularly Andy (”Fuck me, Jew boy!”), were also really fun and nice.

Oh, and that sex club mention? Yeah, Patrick was just kidding. He’s such a tease.

Really.

Just kidding.

I swear.