Meeting of the Minds

I was almost an hour late to meet Chuck and Musto at B Bar Tuesday night.

“You just missed Debbie Harry,” Chuck said. I guess that’s what I get.

In the cab on the way to Happy Valley Chuck was talking about how he wants to find a new place for him and Musto to go on Wednesday nights.

“You and Musto?”

“Yeah, he’s my new partner in crime.”

I kinda thought I was Chuck’s partner in crime.

“Fine, you can take Musto back to your hotel tonight.”

We got to Happy Valley just in time to grab a drink and squirm our way through the crowd, up to the balcony to watch Dita Von Teese do her boom-boom champagne glass burlesque strip tease thing. I don’t know what’s up with Happy Valley and all the burlesque acts they hire – Dita, Dirty Martini, Amanda – but I think I kinda like it.

I finally got to meet Rob Roth, the video artist who’s been emailing me ever since he read something I wrote on my MySpace page about Matthew Barney and gay porn.

“I love this song,” he said. “It’s perfect for seducing someone.” Then he tried to demonstrate his seduction method – sort of dancing close and putting his thigh between my legs like he was going to knee me in the groin – and was not entirely unsuccessful.

Upstairs, we were joined by an effusive drunken older gentleman who turned out to be Patrick McMullan. He kept asking if Chuck and the boy Chuck was flirting with and I were boyfriends. Then he grabbed me and shoved my face into Rob’s and took pictures while we made out.

“I kinda thought this would be a meeting of the minds,” I said.

“Well, there’s mind and body and spirit…” Rob said. I gave him my number.

Of course, I went home with Chuck and had blurry, four o’clock in the morning sex, which is a pattern neither of us seems capable of breaking.