In which FHC attempts to catch up with America

Yes, as nerds pointed out in various obscure law libraries of NYC, I have been an awful and unreliable blogger. Two straight days of hard core partying with consenting adults, like if it was 2002 and Apex was still Badlands, have gotten in the way of blogging and catching up on “Lost” episodes. I clearly suffer, as one would expect, from the “I lost five weeks of my inconsequent life in the unnamed destination and I want it back” post traumatic syndrome, the silent invisible psychological scar of being closer to being 30. This little catching up left me a sore jaw, a worsened reputation and a terrible hangover that I am going to cure at Results’sauna in five minutes. Thank god nothing changed much in the civilized world: everybody is still dating Cub, gay couple’s life expectancy does not go beyond 5 years, I saw people dancing at the Diner at 6 a.m., Mark H.’s is till a terrible influence, and Craig’s list is still better than Manhunt and Gay.com

In the midst of this chaos, I still found the time to set up my bachelor’s pad and getting it ready for the “official delegation” which will be in town this Friday for exactly ten days and will certainly put a stop to my outrageous behavior. I also received a few very appreciated courtesy visits from some friends who came to check on my life without the late Kevin D.

Comments

[LL]

One time Old Fagat complained about a sore jaw and we got into all sorts of trouble.

[New Fagat]

we only bug you to blog since the internet is the only thing keeping us alive at this point.

[Old Fagat]

Exactly as we expected.

Meanwhile, have you noticed that the three of us are the only ones who ever post on this blog anymore?

And my jaw was sore, as you well know, LL, for unrelated reasons...