I had every intention of posting during my lunch break today with tales of a long weekend at the coast and relaxing and reading and sea monsters. Of course, I should know by now if I take any additional time away from the office (I left early Friday and took Tuesday off too), I will spend the first day back in the office putting out fires started by incompetent little gophers that should be simply minding their tasks in the darkness of their cube burrows. Then again, I'm not so competent myself as I still have not figured out how to post pictures on this site…which I would have if it weren't for the aforementioned fires. Hello!
Oh, that's what they pay me to do. Well…better go then!
Pictures and more coming soon. Of course if you can't wait…you can find some already posted on 'the other blog'.
I have to admit I love an adventure..but when it comes to money…I’m a bit cautious. Which is why I have never tried to book travel through Priceline. When I want to go somewhere I want to spend as little time as possible sitting in airports. I find sitting in airports worse than shopping. Yes, it’s true, I’m queer and hate shopping. Go figure!
So, we’re looking for a hotel for our trip to NYC this fall. We only need it for 3 nights as one of our friends is off to France and has offered her place for our visit. Considering she is part of the reason for our trip, we want to get into town a few days early so we can spend some time with her.
We find a decently priced hotel in the neighborhood for two of those nights but they have nothing for our first night in town. We start weighing the possibilities and find that rates for mid-October have jumped about $100 from any other time of year. We’re getting desperate and decide to be adventurous. We’ll go to Priceline and make an offer. Now if this were airfare…it would be out of the question, but one night in a hotel? I think we can live with it even if we end up at the YMCA.
Off we go to the Priceline website where we find we can choose the rating level for the hotel. Well…I’m sure I can get a 4 star hotel for $150, right? Not a chance I’m sure…but what the fuck…start low and work your way up…it always works at the local Flea Market! I put in the request and choose “South Central Park.” Waiting…waiting…waiting…”We cannot find a hotel that will accept your offer.” Duh! Like The Plaza wants my poor ass for one night! I keep the same dollar amount and choose “Midtown East” as it’s close to where we’re ultimately staying. Waiting…waiting….waiting…”Your offer has been accepted”! I scroll down to find that my offer was not accepted by some rat-hole, cockroach infested, Hells Kitchen shithole, but rather the Intercontinental, The Barclay, on Park Ave. & E. 48th! Can I be reading this right? “Hello…this is Priceline…for cheap fucks!” But, yes, I was actually given a room in a 4 star hotel on Park Ave. for $150 when the going rate is $387. Now I’m wondering when they’re going to send the e-mail that says, “Sorry, we fucked up!”, or we arrive to find that there is no room available and we have to take a cab to the nearest bar and find someone willing to let us sleep on their floor for a hand job and a sixer. I’m so close to giving a shout out for Priceline but I have to wait and see what happens.
If this works out, I may actually go to the next level and try their flight auction but then again, I may not be that adventurous after all.
We heard that a local bar which had a 'Gay Night' on Thursday has gone "All Gay, Every Day" so we thought we'd stop in for a drink. We get to Porky's (yes, you read that right) at six-thirty pm, the height of happy hour, to find 2 customers and no bartender. We approach the bar and see the bartender is actually standing in the back doorway having a smoke. The two customers are a couple of women in their mid-sixties who didn't even look up.
The bartender decides to mosey his way over to the bar and asks what we'll have. I tell him I'd like a Johnny Walker, Red, neat. He looks confused and explains that he's a new bartender here and I'd have to help him out. So, I point to the bottle and tell how to pour it. Mark chooses his usual Black Russian which the barkeep seems to understand as he pulls out the Kahlua. He then proceeds to poke around through all the bottles of liquor finally saying "I forget, is it gin or rum in a Black Russian?" I say, "Vodka, hence the Russian", he doesn't get it. He mixes the two and then says "…and coke, right?" We now realize he's not just new to this bar…he's truly a new bartender. Good thing they only had two customers. We take our drinks as two more customers enter the bar and have a similar experience getting their drinks.
We move over to a table to a get a look around and see that the focal point of the room is a 50" TV playing hard core male porn with the sound on. Now I've been to many a bar that plays porn but they're usually crowded pick-up bars with loud dance music and hot men, not the local watering hole where everyone comes to wind down after a long day at work. Well…obviously not everyone…but we are up to seven people now as another woman comes in from the patio. So now we have 4 men, 3 women and a gangbang on the TV, you call this happy hour?
Needless to say, we headed home where we spent the evening checking out NY Hotels for our trip this October. It certainly beats watching porn with strange women.
So… today I start a new blog. The old blog was intended for family and friends in CA without inundating their e-mail with multi-megabites of information (ie: photos). After all…most of them were on dial-up accounts even though they live in the Bay Area…home of DSL, Cable and the High-Tech revolution. Go figure.
Although that blog will continue for that purpose…this blog is intended to free my brain and enjoy the art of journaling.
We’ll see where it goes.