My thirst for excitement has led me to some interesting places for sure, but this weekend in particular covered it all. From fun and lively entertainment to unwelcome glances, the barfly was there to bring it to you direct… and it isn’t always pretty!

Ah music… it’s what makes the world go ’round, right? Wherever my journeys take me, I’m always surprised by how good (or excruciating) an experience can be simply because of the music playing in the background. Having the appetite for live music and good shows that I do, I decided to check out Blind Melons in Pacific Beach. Beach fever is now in full effect, and PB is always there to cater to my needs: good music, good drinks and damn good bodies everywhere!

Local San Diego band 3against1 was playing. I have seen them before, so I knew the night was going to be rockin’. When the show started, I made sure my glass was full and I had a good view of the stage. It was fantastic – the lead singer was gorgeous and the bar, well, let’s just say that the boyz and girlz were there to throw down and have one helluva good time! Looking for live music? Check out Blind Melons, which hosts live music every night of the week (and plenty of eye candy).

Feeling the need for men in white Ts and Levis, I headed to Pecs on Saturday night. With bros and hos in tote, I arrived a little later than planned, but there was still a good crowd filling up both the front bar and back patio. A double shot of Jim Beam and a Miller Lite and I was off to a good start. Braving the patio, I was surprised to see all kinds of fresh new faces. With a few more shots of liquid courage in me, I made the first move on a guy that seemed unapproachable. Within the hour, I had sealed the deal (or so I thought) when he told me that he was married. Married! Oh well. You win some, you lose some.

I have been told that even in the midst of the gay community there are bars less than friendly to our kind. I have always dismissed these statements and have actually disproved them many times over by hanging out in these establishments as my big ol’ gay self without even one unfriendly glance my way. I decided to test my theory one more time, this time at a bar called Lancers in University Heights. The layout of the place is just what I like: enough space to move around a bit, beer on tap and pool tables – basically a dive. The bar was packed, so I decided to jump right in and see what I could get myself into. My small entourage and I began drinking, laughing and poking fun like we always do. The crowd soon knew that we were definitely gay boyz and girlz out on the town. To my amazement, there were mean looks shot my way and even muffled snickers. I felt a bit uncomfortable for the first time in San Diego. I stuck my chest out and continued to talk louder. Hell, I am proud of who I am. I had a good time, as did my friends, but the crowd was none too receptive to a bunch of fags in their bar. And waiting for what seemed like hours for my next weak drink is not exactly my idea of a great night out. So out the door we went with two snaps and all the rainbow flare I could muster.

Once again, my weekend was filled with the good, the bad and the ugly. But that’s exactly what I want: change, new experiences and not knowing what the night will have in store. Until next time, see you out there.