The Land of the Giants beckons. I must return. Tomorrow morning at 7:00 a.m. my roommate Chuck and I are walking to the local diner and having breakfast. Afterwards, I’ll comeback, load the car and then will be on my way to Iowa. According to Mapquest its 1064 miles. Which translates to almost 17 hours worth of driving. I’m probably too old to do this in one day, but what’s life without a little adventure.
Of course that’s without any pitstops. Who knows what kind of fun might lie in waiting tomorrow as I drive across I-80. If nothing else there’s The Brown Bag Bookstore in Ottawa, Illinois that proved to be so much fun on the trip out. I figure it’s my last chance for fun before I’m in the desolate, lonely world of Iowa. Of course I’ll fill everyone in on the details when I arrive.
On a different note, my roommate and I were talking tonight. Last week I told him that I had been writing a blog and about my little on-line community. He asked if he could read it and since I only have the nicest things to say about him…so far, I said of course. This brings to three the number of people in my “real” life who know about my blog. Michelle, Todd, and now Chuck.
So tonight, we were chatting and he was joking that I hadn’t filled him in on all the details of my trip back east. I had left out the parts about why it took so long to get to my mom’s house and the stops along the way. This led to his teasing me about it and then his confession that he had never been to an adult bookstore. Nor a bath house. And only one back room of a bar. At first I thought he was teasing. What gay man hasn’t been to a gay bookstore. I grew up with them. It’s where I went for sex before I was old enough to get
into the bars. They have allowed for many hours of adult fun through the years. So I guess my question for my 10 readers out there. Have you ever been to an adult bookstore for something other than your latest copy of “Boy’s Gone Wild?” You don’t have to be graphic. It’s just an informal poll from one gay man to another.