I was taking a nap this afternoon and had the weirdest dream. I dreamed I was at the Lone Star for beer bust, and this Houston couple I know was there. They've been wanting to have a three way with me, and I'm down with that. Anyway, we were at the Lone Star and they stripped me naked in the middle of the bar, and they had me down on the floor, and one of them was blowing me while the other one was fucking my mouth with his cock. We drew a crowd. Then all of a sudden a bunch of church ladies in frilly hats walked in, something like this:

Now normally in San Francisco, if you see church ladies in frilly hats, they aren't necessarily ladies. But in this case, they were the real deal. So anyway, I got up off the floor and walked up to one of them and said, "Excuse me, I think you may be in the wrong place." And she said, "No we've been wanting to come to the Lone Star for years." Then I woke up. It was very odd.

It's been an uneventful weekend here in Houston. I was thinking about going to Chicago for Bearpride this weekend, but I just couldn't bear the thought of getting on another plane. Plus they were holding it at the Millennium Knickerbocker, not exactly a cheap place. Like $250 a night.

My friend Randy wanted me to come up and he said I could stay at his place. But he lives way out on the north side of Chicago at the border with Evanston. And that means a half hour subway ride down to the loop. So I decided against it.

I found out this guy I used to know is the head of the Chicago bear club now. He was just a kid when I knew him, almost 20 years ago in Toledo. Of course, I was a kid at the time too. Makes me feel my age.