Some more photos from the last Latino night in the back bar. We all said goodbye at the end of the night.

I came to love these guys for all the reasons already mentioned and more. When we needed to decorate, they arrived at noon. They bought strobe lights and other equipment with their own money. They maintained the website and sent out invitations. They were a marvel to work with--albeit in their own world.

Never far away from a bar or a camera, the ubiquitous Thomas Barker and Andy.

Some of the dancing was dirty....

...and some could only watch it from the door.

There is no relief in sight. Today turned into a constant maze of people talking at once; club gossip, politics, sexy things....all there. At one point I kept turning and wondering if I was actually replying to the right person with the right answer. I remember conversations about The Duchess of Alba, the current scum mayor, why Iowa doesn't donate money to presidential campaigns, Panzer tanks, and much more.

Tomorrow is the fourteenth anniversary of Twist, always a major celebration and was made even more so by an email I got from the powers behind Commissioner Bower, who asked if I would be willing to escort "her Highness" to the Twist party. "Absolutely" I replied, now condemning myself to the a "walker" to political socialites. She, of course, has to bond with the gay community and is undoubtedly the best candidate in the field since she is undoubtedly not corrupt.

Then I get an email from legal counsel, Riley; it reads only "S-C-A-N-D-E-L-O-U-S". Dr. Brad is "popping the question (and gorgeous, white gold and diamond ring) to Dr. Bruce of Maine. (I'm not losing a friend; I'm gaining another doctor.) We have planned a surprise party for this in Ditmar's new bar on Friday at 10 PM. The wrath of shame is that Brad's son, Gabriel (the one who "came out" at The Palace in my arms to much shock) called me to say he wanted to surprise his father, fly down from school in D.C., and "...can I stay with you?" What was I supposed to say, "No?". It wasn't my fault he went gay in front of his adoring dad; I was just the controversial catalyst.