Sorry I didn't post over the weekend. As I mentioned before, my friend Gerry has been visiting. While living in DC from 1995-1999, Gerry was one of my closest friends and we'd spend almost every day together back then. We ate together, worked out together, strolled together, shopped together, clubbed together, wished for boyfriends together, hated boyfriends together, hated work together, did everything together. Then I left DC for greener pastures on the West Coast. He and I have caught up on the phone every once in a while, but it was much better as an in-person friendship. This week he was here for the whole week and the only distracting factor was that I had to work and go to my class. But otherwise it was great having him around so we could do some real catching up and simple hanging out.

He also advised me on work outs and clothing and I got some great advice this week on building "Gerry biceps" and proper outfits to buy. (You see, everyone seems to think I have bad taste in clothing. So when given the opportunity I utilize my gay male friends to help me make clothing decisions. So much for my gay gene helping me out there. I also hate to cook and clean, so something is definitely amiss.)

Yesterday, we went to the Castro Street Fair before he left town. The Fair was pretty boring for us, mostly because we've gotten old, seen it all before, and it's gotten stale. But, still, it was nice having him there to hang with. It's almost like the late gay '90's all over again.