March Madness - Blowoff

On Saturday night, we punished Max for trying to use our blog for quick hook ups with the bitches. We told him that we were going to Blowoff, and he wasn't allowed to go. So, as the time neared for us to get ready to go, he sulked and hid under the dining room table in disgust as we walked out the door.

We made it down to 9:30 Club at about 11:30, got inside quickly and found a local friend, Glen Burnie Jim and his buddy. Shortly thereafter , we were joined by the Bald Bowie Cub who would ultimately end up hanging with us until the end of the night because he's great company and he's so nice to look at. Speaking of nice looking guys, Blowoff was overflowing with them this month (SHWING!), more so then any other time that we've ever been. I didn't see the ghost of Steve Rubell out front pointing at people and saying "OK you look hot enough to come in, but not you. You need to go home and grow a beard before you can come in. Maybe next month." So, I guess the right kind of guys just know where and when the best party around happens.


I collected handshakes from quite a few of the DC area bloggers. The always friendly this guy, and that handsome couple (one of which shares the same birthday as me just a few days ago.) We met this guy and his buddy, and we saw this guy and his buddy but never found the right time/nerve to go over and introduce ourselves. They were always too busy dancing. The atmosphere was hot and the shirts came off quickly. (Not ours though, because we are shy.) The volume wasn't as overpowering as it seemed to be last month. My ears are not ringing like crazy today, and that is a very good thing. Bob and Rich added two more songs to the live performance set (thanks guys!) which made it and an even more perfect centerpiece for the evening. The songs and video images on the screen behind them work very well together. And, the video images that play during the DJ sets are very humorous at times and very trippy at other times. Bubala took some pics, but I think it was a little too dark and he hates to be the "paparazzi flash in your face guy." Maybe we'll try again next month.


Let me see, what else happened? I got picked up by this guy named Steve. No, I didn't go home with him. He grabbed me in a bear hug from behind and literally picked me up off the ground. He also did it to our friend Jake so I guess it was okay. We were having a fun time dancing or what we stiff suburban white guys consider an attempt at dancing. I collected a few unexpected hugs as well. One from this guy's other half who informed me that "he doesn't do handshakes, he does hugs" which is probably one of the friendliest things I've ever heard. The other hug was from this guy just as we were leaving and saying our goodbyes. It was such a warm and comfortable and sweet embrace. I'm never washing my body again... (just kidding)

Thanks again to Bob and Rich for throwing the best party around, and we hope to see you all there next month.

But wait, there's a little more to the story. When we got home at around 3:45 AM, you couldn't imagine how shocked we were to drive up and find a huge party going on at our house. It seems that Max was very successful with his blog entry and found plenty of bitches to satisfy his lustful urges. There were at least 20 of them in our house partying and sexing it up while we were at Blowoff. If you think some of those bears can act like pigs, just imagine how sleazy a straight, horny dog that lives with two gay monkeys can be.


*PEACE*