Revisiting Dragon

September 24

Dragon was walking distance from Mony's place.  Apparently blog reader P saw me standing outside but didn't say hi.

Charles/Me/Sigmund/Andres

No messy stories, just running into lovely people like my old roommate Sigmund.

Jimmy shows us how to correctly photo bomb and David sends a very important text message

The best pictures were taken outside.  I enjoyed listening to Mony do business with the old owner of Dragon who read Mony's business card aloud, "director of sales, huh." He proceeded to give all of us free drink tickets.  Thank you very much.

I'm really amused by the photos that document leaving Dragon as opposed to the ones at Dragon.

Did you valet your car?  Nope.. took a 10 dollar taxi.

Just Mel's diner with terrible food.  No nachos? No thank you.  We obnoxiously sang happy birthday to John.  See him grab his cash as he doesn't want to lose his wallet again.  Had a Vietnamese connection with the girl next to us.  Ern tried to feed her calamari.

Partying is Expensive

This weekend I went with the flow... and the flow took me to the right places baby.
(Though it made a nice dent in my wallet.)

Friday- Bougie Ghetto
Oo Scrabble and 4 dollar long islands. Yacht is a funny word...that's like hella consonants. Aaron took me to the Hob Knob in the Alameda (board game bar). I ordered Calamari and ten minutes after my order I hear from the kitchen, "THAT CALIMARI LOOKS LIKE SHIT!" Hah... there was no hiding that one.

Anthony lost an absurd amount of weight. Enough that the waitress had to ask her supervisor cuz his ID didn't look like him. His secret to weight loss: Depression. I think it's healthier just to visit Asia for two months (and then gain all that weight back in 2 weeks when you come back to the states.)

Joe and Szeto then picked me up for Joe's "surprise dinner."
You know, eating expensive is cool... i mean sure... 35 bucks a plate. Whatever, you're paying for the "experience," but damn... it's so not worth it when your party is wearing jeans and t-shirts.


And I definitely wasn't dressed for the affair. ESPECIALLY in my giraffe shirt from Vietnam. At least Joe's bougie birthday dinner match his bougie birthday present from the boys: A replica of his BMW from the BMW store. NOT a toy model, but with actual leather and seat beats. REPLICA! I was hoping he would jizz in his pants.

And then January Dragon... (There are SOOO Many other things to DO in the city...) Dragon was eh. Do you know why? I'll tell you why.

PKDJ was experimenting OR something. It was like it was off his iPod... a lot of obscure, undanceable music that really ruined the mood, for me at least. And he played the entire songs. ALL 3 minutes!

I went on a picture frenzy and this guy kissed me on the cheek. Appropriately enough, his face was blocked by a photobomber's cap.

After concluding he was cute enough despite his mullet and after a free Bacardi shot from the bartender.. heh heh, I approached mr.steals-a-kiss in my drunken stupor. His name was Brian from Marin County. As he talked, it was clear that he was fobby... but it wasn't too bad. He was a server and he was heading to another club. As he left, I asked for his number.

"I'll just see you there."

So you want me to chase you down? Fuck no. That's ridiculous. You kiss me on the cheek and then run away... man, that's just cruel. Leading me on and shit. Haha.

...and that was my night.

I conclude that the boys of Dragon are placed in two spectrum.

GHETTO --------- URBAN ------- PREPPY
FOBBY--------------------YOU'RE ASIAN?

The guy of interest was on the far left of both scales. o.0 Totally my type.. haha.

I danced with other boys and was raped. As in, they went for my penis... I KNOW.. AGAIN!?
You can touch me ANYWHERE else!! I mean.. how is that even supposed to turn me on. It turns me on when you're a good dancer. Not when you bend and snap.. Geezus. ARG!!!!

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Saturday: This is San Francisco
I crashed at a friend's place and walked to the Castro.
I observed the people walking the streets of San Francisco on Valencia. This guy walked right up a dog that was tied up and barking viciously and said, "AWW puppy, you aren't afraid to speak your minddd..." Wow... Dog Whisperer.


I was meeting up with the boys and Michelle at Lime in the Castro. I passed so many well- groomed men walking their dogs. I began to be self conscious about my own bushy manbrows. I also passed multiple cute breakfast places. Lime... was not a cute breakfast place. LIME was a night club during the day and had better music than Dragon. VERY POSH.

I felt like I should have been doing the cat walk while the host walked us to our table! Though we were all too hung over for bottomless Mimosas or to appreciate the good heavy bass music.

Our waiter- HOT. He had a deep man voice that I could not imitate. And he was wearing suspenders that made me want to grab him and push up against the DJ while my eggs Benedict fell to the floor. But instead, I accidentally poured hot water on my hand. Smooth.

Time to explore the City:
Haight and Ashbury- Giant Robot and Beautiful Dressing rooms. Michelle can't do vintage.. she's allergic.


Happy Hour Sushi for Dinner and Nachos for dessert. OH Michelle, she knows how to please me.



Randy invited us to DNA Lounge for BOOTIE! A MASH UP NIGHT. After humping Dina's bed to Pretty Ricky's Late Night Special, teaching Michelle my version of the C-walk and Harlem Shake and tweezing my nasty eyebrows, we found ourselves in a line full of white folks who look like GSI's (Graduate Student Instructors) and baristas wearing scarves and flannel. Michelle was happy she didn't dress sluttier and we realized that we wasted time practicing our body ROLLS when head bobbing seemed to have sufficed.

We over heard some folks talk about the night having "some fusion music." Michelle and I corrected them... "It's MASHUP, Fusion is when you put cream cheese in sushi or when you make chicken orange." HAHA, prepartying is the best.

When we got in we were pleasantly surprised; the music was outstanding. It was like dancing to top 40 and oldies at once... actually.. it was exactly like that. And this drag queen lip syncing to Little Mama's Lip Gloss was breath taking!

Mash-ups are dangerous.. sometimes they're terrible:

But other times they're really good:

And...man... I fell in love with dancing and knowing all the songs and singing the lyrics and jumping up and down to rock songs. SO much fun.

And all of a sudden all these guys from downelink popped in out of no where. Hehe. Yay. And a guy I met while I was in the Castro... apparently he already had my number =x.

I danced with a boy that I've been casually interested in and he whispers in my ear, "Chris, you're badddd." I think I turned him on while dancing... NOT by touching his penis with my hands. Thank you very much.

We ended the night with some Ramen. But don't worry... we shared. OH MyMichelle.
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Sunday was chill.
Video games, lunch, Mr. & Ms. Smith, dinner, Szeto exhausted.

This weekend's damage
Food and Drinks: 10+20+8+ 15+10+10+12+18+10+3 = 116
Shopping and Things: 40+35+15 = 90
Total: 206.... HOW DID I DO THAT?!?! I could have gotten a cute peat coat from Villains!

Blinktwice4y at Dragon

God, I was so desperate for a ride last night because Mario Kart Love Song Guy, AKA, Sam/Blinktwice4y was performing for his first time in front of a large audience at DRAGON!
Used my Vietnamese/Gay magic and got some rides worked out!

Sam was so good, so cute.. so straight and bounced immediately after. :) But at least I got a photo with this youtube celebrity.


I spent the rest of the night whoring out my glasses... also whoring out myself as I danced with some old and new faces. How fun.









Poor Carl, his car was victim of a publicity blitz.

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I am good at mortifying people...

Friend 1 was driving up from Fremont by himself. Friend 2 needed a ride back to Fremont after Dragon. I told Friend 1 that I had a surprise for him because Friend 2 went to his High school.

Friend 2 was drunk, Friend 1 was unhappy and awkward because they haven't spoken in years.

Friend 2 walked in a circle so that he wouldn't throw up in Friend 1's car. I bounced before cleaning my mess.

Dang. I'm terrible
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Thoughts on Dating
I've been having a lot of interesting conversations with the boys about dating. What does it even MEAN to be dating? Especially in this gay gay Asian American gay gay world.

And what does it MEAN when ONE person says they are dating and the other person says.. "WTF!?! NO!?!"
And what does it MEAN to say, "I like him... but he's the opposite of what I'm attracted to"
And what does it MEAN to make out at Dragon, but then say to each other "I'm not interested in a relationship...but let's take it slow... whatever that MEANS"
And what does it MEAN to sleep with the boy, call the boy everyday after work, cuddle... but refuse to say... "I love you."
And what does it MEAN to brush off your friends, tell them nothing, act cold and distant... but that's okay because you have love in your life? I know this one.. it's called bull shit.
And what does it MEAN to get back together again? God, why!?
And what does it MEAN to date a friend? is that possible? how about be friends right after?
And what does it MEAN to think someone is HOT... but immediately place them in the friendzone?

Hmm

Joe and I agree, it's getting Cold and the gays are getting lonely. PPL be doing CRAZY things.

"I figured you out Chris... you're all talk... and dance, that's it," Damien is right. That's all I do, talk... and dance... because it's safe.

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I met a boy, that dances really hot. I like it (I found his rhythm sexy). And another boy that makes dancing to high energy music fun (we were the only ones on the floor! :D)... maybe I should give them/myself "a chance"... more than just dancing and talking?! ....like I said, people be doing some crazy shiiit.

3D Films Make me Dizzy

Disclaimer- Non Emo Version of What I've been Up to.

November DRAGON!!!!!
If someone offers you a ride to the city, YOU TAKE IT!!! I found myself with a random slew of boys drinking and dancing the night away. DJ ZAX on the hip hop floor was interesting.

He played very obscure tracks toward the end, but people kept dancing. I noticed some faces turning sour as each track he played was really unrecognizable. It was as if he were playing TRACK 6 off all the gay hip hop albums. You know, the TRACK that no one plays on the radio and it only comes up while you are doing homework. yeah, random shit like that.

And a random picture with some acquaintances found itself on the facebook. Strange. I dont remember flipping off the camera. Sadly, non of THE boys were there.

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Saturday
"Do you know the plan today? We are going to Visit grandpa and then go to church" asked my dad.
"Actually, I have lunch plans with the boys"
"Do you know what today is? It's your grandma's death anniversary!'

ARG! But we made it work. With the help of Joe's love of driving, I got where I wanted to be in no time at all. We were at the Standford shopping center and I felt like I was in the HILLS.

People were excessively rich and snooty. Ugh. "This line is OUT OF CONTROL!" This sassy, ditsy Asian girl exclaimed while she waited for her overpriced cupcake from Sprinkles.

You can even buy a cupcake for your dog. Are you serious?
What a terrible place.


Death Anniversaries are a big deal to Vietnamese folks. You're supposed to have a HUGE dinner and invite everyone. It's like Thanksgiving, but rather you are paying respects to someone who has passed away. My Vietnamese American family decided just to have it at a Chinese place.



The boys wanted to see BOLT in 3D.
Bad idea. My eyes were so tired trying to focus and I slept on Szeto's shoulder 20 minutes into the movie. I felt like throwing up on the Hannah Montana child sitting in front of me.


Sadly, I was unable to appreciate the movie for its 90% approval rating on rotten tomatoes.

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I bought a new camera condom off Ebay. And look what they sent me.

I am mildly offended. I ordered BLACK!
Dang... even people's gaydar in Hong Kong go off when they come close to interacting with me.


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Trying to dress better. I don't think I was meant to dress better. I try to remember rules and put together a semi decent outfit. Ugh. It's so unnatural.

I'm considering growing out my hair again...eh, I did it two years ago, what do you think? The inbetween stage is horrible and it's probably gonna make me look younger. MMmm, but I want some sexy, run your fingers through my hair.. hair.


My brother is actually kicking my ASS in the cool department... especially now that he's taller than me.


While searching for more hairchives, I found this picture. I love the composition.