It was a little awkward when the warehouse guy walked into the gents some five minutes ago. I stopped what I was doing and looked at him, explaining to him with my smile that this was normal practice where I come from. Even so, the situation got more awkward as the miliseconds ticked away, so I stopped drying my face under the hand dryer and adamantly walked out.

I knew before hand that there were no paper towels in the restroom but I persisted on splashing water on my face. I’ve not been clocking in enough hours of sleep for the past few days and the rejuvenative power of cold water was absolutely essential for me to staaay awake.

After drenching my face I jutted my lower lip out and blew air upwards in the direction of my face. The cooling effect of air dancing on the wet surface of my skin was really enjoyable but it then sank in that I could not wait in there all day to wait for my face to dry. I thought of using toilet paper but I didn’t know if it would leave little stray pieces of pulp smeared all over my face. A shirt sleeve is always an option but I decided to be civilized today and stick my face under the hand dryer.

The main cause of my lethargy had to do with my camping trip the day before.

Tip to working professionals: Don’t go camping in the middle of a work week.

So why this crazy act.? Well, Bob was in town with his eight friends; Muriel, Lucas, Valerie, Josee, Victor, Patrick, Snow White and some other guy… Steven I think.

Well here’s how the story goes. Muriel owns an agency that specializes in Language Learning for Foreign students. This time round, almost all the participants in her program are from Quebec, with exception to Lucas who is from France. Well, after meeting up with the gang at Venice Beach, we headed for a campground up in Valencia.

Camping LA Style
This is what the Valencia Travel village Campground was like. Three swimming pools, a jacuzzi, a huge gas-fired campfire, a massive laundry room, a video rental store, street lamps, children’s playground, combination-locked restrooms, soda machines and the distant hum of the Golden State Freeway.

Why I’ll be zonked tomorrow
Well the Quebec bunch will be spending tonight at my place.Including Hui Chin, there’ll be a total of 11 people sleeping in my apartment tonight.

And the day after
Because Thoms’ coming into town.

And the day after the day after
Because Thom will still be in town.

I’m on my second can of Brisk this hot, sticky afternoon. I had yet another wild weekend with Hui Chin. So now having to sit here in the office doing what I do, reminds me a lot of the time I accidentally attempted to shift my car from fifth to reverse.

I spent Friday at Arena, this pretty gay and drag populated nightclub with two dance floors, no age limit and no alcohol. Highlight of the evening was when I got kissed on the right cheek by Becker, this girly guy in a tank top and Britney bicycle pants. It was really yucky and his lips were really wet. My skin stopped crawling two days later.

The Key Club was really fun on Saturday and the cage was as entertaining as ever. Especially cool this week was this GQ model guy taking a metal grinder to the metal undies of my favorite dominatriX chick. Her crotch looked like the Fourth of July each time the grinder kissed her metal underwear.
After the Key Club, Hui Chin and I took a stroll over to the Body Shop. I had always wondered what it would be like bringing a girl to a strip club. I guess it was pretty awkward having Hui Chin there because I had to contain my drool within the four walls of my cheeks. Aside from that, it was really cool.

On the way back from the Body Shop, Hui Chin and I decided to stop by Ralph’s to buy $20 worth of powdered milk for a milk bath.

ZZZZZZ !!!zzzzzzz!!! ZZZZZZ!!!

I manage to squeeze in a mere 4 hours of sleep before I have my blanket violently jerked away from me. “Wakey, wakey!” My two ton eyelids lethargically peel open and my eyes acquire their focus after a couple of seconds. Standing before me, bathed in a perky glow, is Hui Chin.

I’m really surprised that I’ve not put a bullet through this woman’s head yet.

Hui Chin was really depressed the day before so I agreed to watch the cartoon Dinosaur with her at The Plant on Friday night. I have nothing against cartoons. I just don’t think it is worth paying money to watch a cartoon. Plus, in my opinion, wall to wall, Sony Dolby Digital DMX surround sound for a cartoon is unnecessary extravagance. And of course, this is how she repays me. By rousing me at 7.30 on a Saturday… on Saturday…. on a Saturday morning so that I could follow her to Century City to sign the lease to her new apartment.

After she signed the lease we returned home. At half past noon we hopped over to Geri’s (apartment manager/hair stylist) and weathered a long, tedious five hour session of bleaching and dying. Hui Chin went with Rocket Fire Red and I with Natural-Ice-Beer-Can Blue. Yup! I got my hair color from a beer can. They didn’t have a fancy name like Rocket Fire attached to my shade of blue. All it had was a catalog number, O-10. Which is kinda cool because it goes with my binary code tattoo.

And it was off to San Diego that evening.