Poochie "Oh! Oh! Oh!" M.'s Profile

They don't call it Sadlands for nuttin!  Believe it or not, this used to be the best gay bar in SF.  Now it just sucks.  The music is awful and the dance floor should be called, "Dance floor of the living dead."   I went to the bar to get a beer and the glass was chipped.  I mentioned it to the bartender and she pours it into another glass.  That's just stupid.  You pour the beer out, throw out the glass, and start over.  I think there's a law about that.  Then this fucked up, though cute, mess named Tom makes me dance with him.  I'm like a Monet painting, the more fucked up you are the better I look.  He's all trying to stick his tongue in my mouth so I says, "hold on" and go to the bathroom to take out my invisaligners (don't get me started) and then boogie it back on out to the dance floor (of the living dead).  He mentions something about wanting to chow down on my milk bone, which I was all in favor of cuz I'm all about sharing my tasty treats with others, but he was just way too messed up.  Couldn't even hold a conversation or form complete sentences and kept biting my lip.  How fucking lame is that?  I don't know about you, but I'm thinking "Husband Material!"  So of course I gave him my phone number!  Wouldn't wanna let that one get away...  And you heterosexuals are jealous of all the action we homosexuals get.  Trust me, it's over rated.  Well at least someone thought I was hot and I got felt up fo sho!  If that don't deserve 2 stars, I don't know what does!

Update:  Ran into "Tom" a few weeks ago and he didn't remember me.     Go figure!

It's 3 AM and I'm wide awake.  Again.  Insomnia sucks.  I stay awake until 5AM then fall asleep only to be awakened by the TV at 6:30 AM.  I turn off the TV and wait for the alarm to go off at 7 AM, but I don't let it.  At 6:57 I get up and set it for 8AM, the exact time that I need to get up to be pretty by 9 AM.  This is the routine.  This is my life.  But today I wasn't pretty by 9AM.  I wasn't pretty by 10AM either.  An extra thick layer of Clinique All About Eyes does nothing.  I just clearly looked like hell today.  Could it have been the margaritas?  No I don't think so.  I love margaritas and they love me too.  How could they possibly make me feel like shit?  Nope.  Today I had all the symptoms of acute sushi withdrawal, that distinct feeling of crappiness that only sushi can cure.   I first recognized the symptoms in the early afternoon when I recalled how a sushi chef once explained to me that it wasn't just the fish oil that gets you high when you eat sushi, it's the life force that you gain by eating raw fish plus all those light and fresh all-natural ingredients like the rice and sea weed.  Clearly sushi would make everything all better.  Sushi time got rave reviews and I've been wanting to try this place 4 ever so it was decided that we come here for dinner.  At first the service was a little slow and I wondered if my seaweed salad and miso soup were ever going to come, but they did and it was worth the wait.  I've recently become a HUGE fan of seaweed salad!  Yeah!  Nothing scrubs your colon as good as seaweed salad and it tastes great!  Miso soup was hot and tasty.  Next came the spicy scallop roll - 6 nuggets of heaven with spicy mayo on top!  The rice was perfectly formed and still stuck together after I dipped 5 sides of each bite in soy sauce (not the side with the sauce on it).  Then I had the Alaska roll with salmon and avocado and a spicy yellowtail roll.  I was hungry.  And what goes better with sushi than Asahi????  Absolutely tasty and very reasonably priced I might add!   Possibly the second best sushi in SF after Oyaji but then the two restaurants aren't really comparable. Lots of stuff I still want to try.  I will definitely be back!

Update:  Last night I slept like a puppy!