I wished him a good weekend and told him I’d call on Sunday to see how his new lifestyle was going. I caught the bus home, and quickly scanned the movie section looking for a good one for my date with Mandy tonight. I checked the theaters on Capital Hill since a large majority of gays hang out and live there. You’re less likely to get the fish eye stare. After my paper perusal, I madly showered, and dressed while in between feeding Felix not paying one bit of attention to his tales of woe from his tough day, napping on the couch. I did my cursory check in the mirror. I turned to check my butt since Felix has many places he likes to nap during the day. I walked out to start my car, which is new, but barely has any miles. It only gets driven on the weekends. It started up, and I listened to the rumbling pipes of the V-8 Mustang. I pulled out and headed for the University District and to Mandy’s place. Friday in Seattle is “The” worst time to be on the road. Everyone throws out LA as being bad for driving, but Seattle can’t be too far behind.
