In Which We Travel


So what has that lovable scamp, mrpeenee, been up to? In an extremely unlikely turn I decided I wanted a vacation, a trip to far away places, or, at least, Texas. And so a week later I was chowing down on some excellent enchiladas with Diane von Austinburg in Old Austin town.

It was a wonderful little vacation, and by that I mean that no one required me to do anything. I’ve come to realize other people travel in order to master some mountain or expand their horizons or improve themselves in some way. I just go sleep in some other bed. And I am here to report the beds in the Hotel Zaza in Austin are first rate.

And it’s a good thing they were since I felt sick and sort of zombie-fied the first couple of days I was there. The only seats available on the flight there were in the very first row where the bulkhead is close enough to the seating that I couldn’t stretch my legs out. By the time we got to Austin I felt like my backbone had been yanked out and stuffed back in the wrong way around. But that passed, thank you substantial naps, and I was able to indulge my passion for Mexican food. Oh such excellent enchiladas. Diane and I cooked at her place one night and guess what we made? ENCHILADAS. I love traveling with a theme.

So that was pretty much it, naps and Mexican food, the perfect vacation. We also went to an exhibit at the Blanton art museum. The show was kind of a disappointment, but the museum’s collection of contemporary art is first rate. I loved it. They have a very strong suite of mid-century abstract paintings each of which is a masterpiece and the way they’re displayed together is brilliant.

I had a wonderful time, thanks to Diane for being the consummate hostess and for putting up with my lollygagging ways.

Men I might travel far for:

You know my weakness for dopey looking kids with big whackers.

Also, my weakness for big, meaty foreskins you can pinch. Heehee

Today’s post is brought to you by dopey looking guys. It’s a theme.

Ooh, a very rare blonde daddy.

Satiny skin, always a favorite.

Not a brain in his head. Do you care? I certainly don’t care.

About mrpeenee

A former bon vivant and terror of a number of New Orleans bars in the mad, gay 1980s, I'm now quietly retired and widowed in San Francisco. I have a crooked nose due to an unfortunate Frisbee accident.

13 responses »

  1. Wow – you travelled? Glad you had a lovely visit with a good friend!

    And I agree – nothing like a well-hung dimwit to bring out the hunter in me… 😋 Jx


  2. Welcome back Mr P you’ve been missed, hope you’re feeling rested. The only time I’d ever climb a mountain is if there were shops on the way up, otherwise why bother.


  3. Right there with ya in regards to tacos. But I must admit I *sorely* miss San Francisco burritos! Over the twenty some years I lived there, I figured I visited Rosie’s in the Castro around 1600± times.


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