Let me see the back of your head, I might remember you

I met a lot of really interesting people last year, but I only really stayed in contact with two of them. Dan lives in New York (but only when he's not traveling for weeks at a time) He's fallen in love with an East German guy, so every time he gets sent to Europe for work, he has to throw in some personal time there as well. He's been really good about sending me a post card from all the exotic places he's been to over the past year, like Jain temples in India and Lourdres in France...

It's tasty times two

The other bloke I met last year is a proper English Skinhead from Texas. Pete had to work this year, so he was only decadent for two days, He was brave enough to leave his BF alone among the masses and tour the crowd to find me. I met them both last year when one of their friends fancied me and was trying to chat me up. I was wearing a Lions jersey (the English national team, NOT the Detroit version) so the guy called Pete over to meet me. The two of us ended up talking for a few hours while Jesse (the BF) and their friends danced. I've convinced them to come out to San Francisco this year for the Folsom Street Fair so hopefully I'll get a chance to spend more time with them in SF.

Blondes really DO have more fun, but only with the matching mustache

I saw this gal resting on the sidewalk along St Anne's street. Her earrings looked so glamorous and star-ish that I had to stop for a photo with her. She said she's been coming to Southern Decadence for fifteen years. I told her about the Folsom Street Fair and warned her that it's been getting more and more tame every year. She better go soon, because in a couple of years, it will be like Southern Decadence was this year...

Lost in House...

While walking around in the afternoon on Sunday, I noticed a huge crowd lined up across the width of the street. They were all trying to watch a special "show" on a balcony. It was just some of the go-go boys having a five way. I can see that kind of thing all the time in San Francisco, so I stepped through the cluster... Later that night, I recognized three of the guys from the afternoon cluster. When I stopped to talk to them, I found out that one of the guys used to come to my club (Carefree Dancing) in San Francisco. His friends were from Chicago, so of course we had to talk about House Music and 80's clubbing. This guy was shocked that me, a white kid from California knows about a club called the Rialto. I had to explain that my pal Nelson had the hook-ups to all the hotspots, including Frankie Knuckles' club "The Powerplant". Don't worry, I didn't brag about meeting ROBERT OWENS, even though it was one of the high points of my sober life...