Oh yeah, right. Vicky and I went to the zoo today. That whole "Hua Mei's leaving" thing is all a big marketing ploy. Discreetly placed by the panda exhibit is a sign that informs the visiting public that Hua Mei's date of departure is as of yet, indefinite. Plus, I'm sure after a date is set it takes a few months to organize the transcontinental transport of an endangered baby panda bred in captivity. So, those of you who were already making your dates with Hua Mei, rest assured that you have some more time than you thought.
Plus, today she was sleeping and all we saw was her back.
We did get a full aerial view from the Skyfari cable car of a disco-jivin', sun-bathin', gay mega-fete hosted by Penthouse Productions. All we saw were topless gay men, a sea of bronze pectorals and washboard stomachs. Yesterday when I cruised by Balboa Park I saw a similar parade of man love and wondered if it was gay pride week or something. And yet, it wasn't advertised anywhere through Hillcrest. But as we were leaving the zoo we saw carloads of gay dudes pulling into the parking lot, to join the line of thousand or more lined up outside the zoo, to join the thousand already groovin' inside the zoo, and I really didn't believe that this assembly was a normal occurrence for San Diego's gay community. Something was amiss. Vicky and I were whispering around them, "Funny -- is it GP week or something?" Another family man with his stroller and two kids muttered, as a couple walked by, "They're all over the place!" That wasn't very politically correct.
The strangest thing about all the gay men we saw today was that they all had the same outfit on: New Balance sneakers, board shorts, muscle tanks, and clear sunglasses (usually Valentino, Armani, or Chanel). What gives?
I saw Goldmember on Friday night. This is the best movie of all time.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 11:13 PM
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