A very twisted and strange turn of events left us stranded here in the Bay Area last night.....so, miraculously!, we were able to attend the Gay Blogger's Fest in San Francisco. Quite frankly, I was shit-canned (the phrase my hubby just now used on me). I'm bleary eyed, slept like crap, and stumbled along the streets on the way back to Bart. I can't remember if it was trying to formulate a sentence in the bathroom with one of the guys from Calgary or leaning on the railing trying to stand up that gave it away. I'm very rarely that (this?) way. I'm such a cheap drunk. Not easy, just cheap. We met an amazing group of guys last night....all so easy to talk with and, of course, all look hot and sexy (even under the the cloth of darkness in a gay bar). From Darin slapping asses at the front door (not mine, mind you....we don't do that back in Idaho....except to the sheep when they cross the fence), to BrettCajun looking all dapper in his dressed-up outfit, to Jeff Skybar wearing a tight A&F t-shirt, Dan in his slinky lycra, Moby kissing me on the lips (no complaints), finding out that Adam's arms are as big as I thought they were, watching Jimmi sip his Captain Morgan's and DC, meeting Kelly and Jeff (their first time in San Francisco!), saying hi to the whole group from Calgary -- it was all good times. So, when are you all coming to Portland? Here are the pics. I've done some airbrushing to protect the innocent.