The WiFi at the Exhibition Concourse is a hundred times better than at my hotel, and since I have a moment, I thought I'd share my first true San Francisco experience...all because I decided to have breakfast.
I'm staying at a Best Western that thinks it's trendy but is really a bit sad. Their restaurant is a CustomBurger, where everything's twice as much as Burger King for the same amount of food. So I ordered a short stack and some hot tea -- $10 for 2 pancakes and a cup of hot water! Anyway, as I was eating, this gay porn star came strolling in.
In LA you can see movie and TV stars all over the place, especially if you go to a sidewalk cafe along Sunset or in B Hills. I've seen Jake Gyllenhaal and Keanu Reeves and Ryan Philippe and Sarah Michelle Gellar...and even Sophia Loren (who stunned me into silence, she was so gorgeous). So I got a bit used to that.
But porn stars rarely look like themselves. The camera and makeup are used to hide all sorts of flaws and limitations. This guy...his name's Alex Marte and he was instantly recognizable, but he did not even begin to look as dumb as he does on camera, and is just plain better looking, in person.
Still, he's way too built up for my taste. Legs the size of prize hams and guns bigger than my thighs. The guy who was with him is more my style -- shorter, well-formed, a little bit of baby fat to keep him from seeming too obsessive in his looks, with a sweet face.
And yet...this is what can make your day in San Francisco...which is really just a little weird. But that's me.
I'm staying at a Best Western that thinks it's trendy but is really a bit sad. Their restaurant is a CustomBurger, where everything's twice as much as Burger King for the same amount of food. So I ordered a short stack and some hot tea -- $10 for 2 pancakes and a cup of hot water! Anyway, as I was eating, this gay porn star came strolling in.
But porn stars rarely look like themselves. The camera and makeup are used to hide all sorts of flaws and limitations. This guy...his name's Alex Marte and he was instantly recognizable, but he did not even begin to look as dumb as he does on camera, and is just plain better looking, in person.
Still, he's way too built up for my taste. Legs the size of prize hams and guns bigger than my thighs. The guy who was with him is more my style -- shorter, well-formed, a little bit of baby fat to keep him from seeming too obsessive in his looks, with a sweet face.
And yet...this is what can make your day in San Francisco...which is really just a little weird. But that's me.
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