I had to get out of the house today, so I went and had dinner with a close friend, his brother and his mother.
Then we went to his house and watched tv with his housemate, his boyfriend and his housemate’s girlfriend. We watched Mars Attacks. It’s been awhile since I’ve sat down and watched a whole show. It was good.
My friend had Sunday night plans which I didn’t want to be a part of. Centro on a Sunday night isn’t my cuppa.
I did agree to pre-Centro drinks at a new pub called Tantric (Is it you go there, they serve you beer but you don’t drink only look and touch?) on Neil Road, in what’s now apparently known as the Pink Triangle, or Tanjong Pa-Gay.
It almost made me homesick for Sydney, as my friends warned me that I’d have to be gay-friendly to be there. It’s not that they’re hostile to straight guys. They’d just rather not have straight guys at the establishment. The owner of the club stopped by our table to chat, and asked one of the waiters to keep the door closed – we were on the front courtyard, and would’ve been facing the road if this had been a straight pub – because he didn’t want any straight guys to wander down Neil Road, look inside, go, oh, there’s a cool looking pub, and wander in.
I didn’t announce I was straight, though I think the owner would’ve sussed me out by then. Anyway, I just wanted to enjoy my beer, and it was a nice place to have one, even if the weather was a bit too hot – 34 degrees today I think – to be sitting in the courtyard.
Company’s always good, even when you don’t really want to talk about your week. Beer helps a bit too. Life could be worse.