Taylortucky - Home, sweet home
Last night I went to dinner at Medjool, the Pan-middle eastern tapas restaurant where Moneka revealed Golda's man-grab. Dinner was with a group of guys that I was mostly unfamiliar with (acquaintances of Dean). We were shuffled up to the rooftop where we discovered a fabulous city view and a large group of twenty-somethings cooling their heels over small plates and drinks in some sort of dot-com flashback. After some adjustments of heat lamps and table space, we were seated and I discovered that the guy sitting next to me, Ronnie Giannelli, was from Taylor. He was fascinated that there would be other Taylor refugees living in San Francisco so I immediately offered a Taylortucky symposium in the near future.
We finished the evening with a rather bizarre series of sci-fi film shorts for the GLBT film festival. It was the usual mixed fare.
Note to those making the recommended trip to Medjool: the rooftop is cash only, so fill those Prada bi-folds before taking the elevator up.
Happy Pride All!