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Although none of us are serious Tequila drinkers, Jay, Murph, and I decided to take a tour out into the countryside to the center of Tequila, Tequila. Yes, Tequila is not just a drink, it’s a town, and we hopped onboard a bus for a 250 peso (about US$25) Tequila tour showing us how tequila […] I’ve decided it is time to give fair warning: If I’m booked on your flight, you should probably book away. In the past year, I’ve had my unfair share of travel problems. Last night my flight from Detroit to Frankfurt pushed back on time, rolled down the taxiway to the runway, turned onto the runway […] Despite the extremely long discussion of gay life in Guadalajara, Jay, Murph, and I did do more than look at all the hot men, drink beer, and dance all night. We wandered around the city looking at what was within easy walking distance of the hotel, which consisted of a large number of public plazas […] When I was a child, there was one thing I could count on: my father was always the first person awake in the house. He had, what my mother termed, “alarm phobia”—often waking at least five, if not ten or fifteen minutes early. He would get dressed, go downstairs, read the newspaper, eat breakfast, and […] Slowly, but surely, I am getting caught up on my email and other crap. I still have the work email accounts to check, but I’m a little bit scared to look at them. Right now I’m at what used to be the “Gay Diedrichs,” but is now the gay Dazbog—a coffee shop located at 9th […] |
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