Updates....

Im sick of not getting jobs. Dream jobs.
Im also sick from travelling. Airplane reciculators are dumb.
Funny thing is this happened on the way to DC to help Dr. Lynn move back into the USA.

Story time:
Theres more women in DC than men, and it seems most are reasonably cool and attractive. 2 things that are definitely ok for a specific city to have. Santa Fe on teh other hand is full of worn out old wrinkly, spiritually defunct lesbians. A night at the bar here is always lacking. Tangent. After a great night of hanging out with Tom and Cillian, at this ultra dive little bar in Mt. Pleasant, where everybody had to go home bc theys gots jobs, and the neighboring building was a blackened burnt stone shell from a not too recent structure fire, my walk home began (5 miles approx). About half way in the night of DC where theres no traffic and barely any lights and rumors of getting robbed and shived, I realise I have to pee. Bad. I stop and ask a cop car directions and they confirm my travel plans are indeed correct. A couple more blocks and Im starting to scan the area for a spot to handle the drainage in utmost secrecy and security. But down the street I spy what appears to be a bar, and the only building with any light on in the entire trip home, so I venture forth.
This happy little place is all lit up with a joyous crowd inside, so I sneak in and take care of business and saddle up at the bar to show my gratitude. After a couple beers and some interesting conversation, I feel the need to glance around and find out the name of this bar, to shed some light on the conversational topics at hand. The same feel that I felt with Dustin in Amsterdam, that he soooo obviously felt hours before it was apparent to me. With my glance towards the window all was confirmed....this was a gay bar. Strangely I was comforted with feelings of safety, because I know that everyone already knows that Im the only straight guy here.
Some more beer and conversations and laughing and then there came a point of definition. Defined by two characters in different chats. One, a nice gay guy, telling me Im cute, asks if I "party"? I respond yes and no and what does that mean? He leaves. Then the beautiful black lady I was chatting with asks the same. I respond the same. Then she asks me if Im a cop. WTF? Explaining later that Im invited over for some blow after teh bar. Clearly not my cup of tea, I decline, as I forgot the city of DC has many a friend in coke.
I make it home via a ride from a nice gay man, and almost sleep on the floor.
The next day was ikea furniture assembly day...ugh