My pal Liz

Ah Liz ... good friend and companion: she's patient enough to put up with my bullshit, listens to me ramble about gay bars and broccoli, and accompanies me on the strangest adventures in the District. These are some of our stories for the spring semester of 2006:

Sex in Chinatown (see earlier blog): 2 men, high or drunk, decided to get it on in our presence at 2 p.m. on a rainy Saturday afternoon in the middle of the street. Liz wanted to call the police, I wanted my digital camera.

Bathroom hunting: Originally hunting for a theatre with empty seats to see Brokeback Mountain (try Virginia - all the seats were filled at Dupont Circle [keep it clean!]), our quest took us to the Van Ness metro stop where apparently there are no public toilets (15 min. walk only led us to a renovation-in-progress Subway). Thank god for Burger King. And then we ended up at the Eagle, realizing that boys really do wear chaps at leather bars, and certainly not wanting to use their bathroom.

KrispyKreme: Who says I dont get lucky (mind the jokes) ??? Check out the KK (watch those acronyms) on Dupont Circle at closing time you might score big (well, either there or down at Omega) with a dozen free donuts that would have otherwise ended up with the trash (as in the "garbage", not those at Omega).

Free Toast: Some extremely friendly youngsters decided to bust out 4 toasters and a waffle maker to pass out free toast (butter, jam, syrup included) to the drunken parade of post-bar crawlers on the corner of U and 17th one night. They had glittery signs held by cute little ladies peddling their offerings and yelling "FREE TOAST!!!" (rather like a carwash, yet sadly without the suds and studs) to passerbys and extremely thankful cabbies.

And she's leaving me for 4 months next Thursday ... who will come with me to JRs, for crying out loud?!?