Secret Agent Fred and I went out for drinks this afternoon. I stopped drinking in 1980 and only started again, rather timidly, a few years ago. I still stick with one drink, partially because that’s all it takes to get me loaded and mostly because more than that and I turn into a nasty drunk. Not nice.
Anyway, we had fallen into a shabby joint called Martuni’s that’s marooned in a no man’s land between downtown and the Castro. It’s the sort of comfortably unattractive place you can stay for an hour or so complaining the whole time “This place is a dump.” Decoration is squarely in the camp of fussy old queens from the Nancy Reagan school and the waiter we always get is surly. And yet, it’s where we wind up.
Today they had a special “Electric Lemonade” so of course, I ordered one based on my theory that if you only have one drink, it might as well be ridiculous. Surprisingly, this turned out to be rather tasty. As I told Fred, “Looks like anti-freeze, tastes like fruit punch.”
All of this bacchanal was sort of in the way of warm-up. Fred and I are off for a vacation in New Orleans next week and the always attractive Diane von Austinburg will join us there. I suppose middle-aged shenanigans will follow. Also, I’m hoping to visit with that blogger of bloggers, Jason from Night is Half Gone. I could promise to post updates from my travels (we’re also going to hit Austin while we’re out on the road,) but I know that’s a lie, so I’ll just say adieu for now and ask you to check back April 14 for all the fascinating details I can make up.
In the meantime, here’s my new favorite pretend boyfriend, Sadik Hadzovic .