<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808746654001345703</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:45:32.154-08:00</updated><category term='Southern Decadence'/><category term='Beach'/><category term='Club'/><category term='First Post'/><category term='Jonathan Knight'/><category term='Coming Out'/><category term='Drama'/><category term='Drunkness'/><title type='text'>My Fruit Fly Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfruitflylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808746654001345703/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfruitflylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FruitFly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008664413815889906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808746654001345703.post-75847810365316005</id><published>2008-10-17T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:11:09.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunkness'/><title type='text'>A Drunken Night</title><content type='html'>Since both my best friend and I are now unemployed we are watching our spending very closely. We decided to drink as much as we can before we leave the house to go to the club, so that we can save money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought it would be a good idea if we didn't eat much so we wouldn't have to drink alot to get drunk. That was probably a mistake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we accomplished this feat! They had free drinks from 11 - 11:30 pm. We got there just in time to have two free drinks and got in for free since we have college ID's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we were headed back home with an hour or two. We had fun dancing on the dance floor even though I did fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my friends somehow in my drunkness. So I stumbled and I mean stumbled out to my car where I found my BFF sleeping the grass next to my car. It was hilarious! So I joined him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have the keys to my car because someone else drove my car there. So we laid there until Chris found us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me allllll day to recover from last night, but it was a fun night for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808746654001345703-75847810365316005?l=myfruitflylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfruitflylife.blogspot.com/feeds/75847810365316005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808746654001345703&amp;postID=75847810365316005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808746654001345703/posts/default/75847810365316005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808746654001345703/posts/default/75847810365316005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfruitflylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/drunken-night.html' title='A Drunken Night'/><author><name>FruitFly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008664413815889906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808746654001345703.post-960653671276796231</id><published>2008-10-11T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:36:31.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coming Out'/><title type='text'>National Coming Out Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAxE32-Xyvc/SPFwAmnKSeI/AAAAAAAAABs/LPTtPQZs8m4/s1600-h/rainbow_flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAxE32-Xyvc/SPFwAmnKSeI/AAAAAAAAABs/LPTtPQZs8m4/s320/rainbow_flag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256105395785189858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mashable.com/2008/10/11/national-coming-out-day/"&gt;Mashable&lt;/a&gt; posted 20+ Resources In honor of National Coming Out Day. Check 'em out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808746654001345703-960653671276796231?l=myfruitflylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfruitflylife.blogspot.com/feeds/960653671276796231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808746654001345703&amp;postID=960653671276796231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808746654001345703/posts/default/960653671276796231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808746654001345703/posts/default/960653671276796231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfruitflylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/national-coming-out-day.html' title='National Coming Out Day'/><author><name>FruitFly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008664413815889906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAxE32-Xyvc/SPFwAmnKSeI/AAAAAAAAABs/LPTtPQZs8m4/s72-c/rainbow_flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808746654001345703.post-4625709582688572113</id><published>2008-10-11T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:07:16.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney's Pleasure Island Closing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.orlandocheaptickets.com/files/at-orl_pleasureisland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.orlandocheaptickets.com/files/at-orl_pleasureisland.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first heard about Pleasure Island closing we were so sad. We usually head there every Thursday night to party it up with other gays at Mannequins. We heard they were set to close September 27th. The last few Thursdays leading up to the 27th were really packed. We knew we would need to get there fairly early the final Thursday they were open in order to get in. The lines are usually really during busy events. We arrived at 9:15 pm and probably got in the door in under 30 minutes. I would say by 10:30 pm it was really packed. We waited in line at one bar for over 30 minutes to get a drink. I finally noticed someone at the front of the line and bribed him to order six drinks for me. We went ahead and ordered 2 each because we knew the chances of us getting another drink were slim. They only had one bartender at each bar other than the main bar. They lost an extreme amount of money Thursday night. We would have drank more if we didn't have to wait in line so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night quickly came to an end as it seems to always do when I am having a good time. We took a few last pictures together in front of the Mannequins sign and headed out to the parking lot. Of course we had to stop in at Taco Bell on the way home and plenty of other drunks did the same thing. By time we got back I was fast asleep and exhausted. I crawled in to bed around 3:15 am and set my alarm to wake me up at 8:00 am for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have to find a new place to deposit our money and drink away our worries at on Thursday nights. I am sure it won't take long... I saw a sign for a cute place down the road called Brick and Fire that has .50 cent drinks on Thursday nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808746654001345703-4625709582688572113?l=myfruitflylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfruitflylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4625709582688572113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808746654001345703&amp;postID=4625709582688572113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808746654001345703/posts/default/4625709582688572113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808746654001345703/posts/default/4625709582688572113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfruitflylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/disneys-pleasure-island-closing.html' title='Disney&apos;s Pleasure Island Closing'/><author><name>FruitFly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008664413815889906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808746654001345703.post-8269042334318639114</id><published>2008-10-04T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:07:02.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend was Fired!</title><content type='html'>Well my best friend got let go from work the other day. We didn't see it coming and I think the punishment was very harsh for the crime. He did something he shouldn't have done and he admitted it, but letting him go from a job that he put four years of work into wasn't right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had contemplated leaving many times because he wasn't happy. It is hard to leave a job that you have security (so he thought) at and a job that you are comfortable in. This will push him into pursuing what makes him happy and excited to go to work everyday. I always knew he would leave our job, I just didn't know that it would be this soon. He is really bright and can do anything he sets his mind to. It will be interesting to see what decisions he will make in the near future. I am sure it will be inspiring to see what he makes of himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he is uncertain of what the future holds for him and where he is going from here but I have faith that he will come out of this hiccup in the road a much happier person, on the pursuit to his dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808746654001345703-8269042334318639114?l=myfruitflylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfruitflylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8269042334318639114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808746654001345703&amp;postID=8269042334318639114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808746654001345703/posts/default/8269042334318639114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808746654001345703/posts/default/8269042334318639114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfruitflylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-best-friend-was-fired.html' title='My Best Friend was Fired!'/><author><name>FruitFly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008664413815889906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808746654001345703.post-4287692033187350571</id><published>2008-09-16T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T18:40:27.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Softball and Cheap Drinking!</title><content type='html'>Softball season started on Sunday. I don’t play but all of the guys do. So I went to cheer&lt;br /&gt;them on at their first game. All three teams that I was cheering for lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well… off to the club for all you can drink beer for $7.00. We drank and drank and&lt;br /&gt;drank… probably $70.00 worth! I barely knew my name by time we left. I was having fun. A&lt;br /&gt;bunch of friends that I haven’t seen in a while were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went back to the house to get ready and go to another club. I was still wearing my tennis outfit from the softball game. I was drunk so I didn’t care. We went to the club and watched a drag show. It was pretty good. There were no seats left so I sat on someones lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a lesbian spotted me! One of those scary ones that looks like a boy. She was yelling stuff at me down the row but I didn’t have a clue to what she was saying. She was sitting right behind my friends and they told her that I was married, she didn’t believe it. The guys lap that I was sitting on kissed me and she still didn’t believe it. After the show the guys surrounded me and went to the ladies room with me. I guess she tried to come, they told her to wait outside and they came in with me and blocked the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so drunk and couldn’t stand much longer so I went out in a friends car and went to sleep. We always stop by Taco Bell on the way home. That night once we got back to the house I took to bites and passed out on the couch. Somehow I made it to work the next morning and didn’t have a hangover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808746654001345703-4287692033187350571?l=myfruitflylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfruitflylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4287692033187350571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808746654001345703&amp;postID=4287692033187350571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808746654001345703/posts/default/4287692033187350571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808746654001345703/posts/default/4287692033187350571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfruitflylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/softball-and-cheap-drinking.html' title='Softball and Cheap Drinking!'/><author><name>FruitFly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008664413815889906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808746654001345703.post-4628034193677930336</id><published>2008-09-01T18:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:59:45.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Gustav Headed for Southern Decadence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAxE32-Xyvc/SLyd2EmOnyI/AAAAAAAAABE/z35voi7kqzU/s1600-h/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAxE32-Xyvc/SLyd2EmOnyI/AAAAAAAAABE/z35voi7kqzU/s320/071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241237618624995106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAxE32-Xyvc/SLydes-WH5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/mKl_DF8lpss/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAxE32-Xyvc/SLydes-WH5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/mKl_DF8lpss/s320/072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241237217146707858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our friends canceled their trip to &lt;a href="http://www.southerndecadence.net/"&gt;Southern Decadence&lt;/a&gt; because of Hurricane Gustav. Not us! We were going regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flew out Friday morning and arrived in New Orleans around 10:30 am. . We took a $30.00 cab ride to the &lt;a href="http://www.ritzcarlton.com/en/Default.htm"&gt;Ritz-Carlton&lt;/a&gt;. We checked in to this gorgeous hotel for $99.00 a night. You can't beat that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with some friends and walked to Eat and had some lunch. We walked down Bourbon Street on the way. I thought it was really cool. It looked like what I saw on t.v. but I expected the street to be wider. When they show people throwing beads off of the balconies in to the crowds on t.v. it seems like the street is wider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went back to the room and took a short nap. We kept watching the hurricane updates and decided to change our flight home from Monday to Sunday. Southwest made the changes without charging us any fees. Big kudos to &lt;a href="http://southwest.com/"&gt;Southwest&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we changed our flight we started to head down for Drag Queen Bingo at &lt;a href="http://www.ozneworleans.com/"&gt;Oz&lt;/a&gt;. We got there too late to play and they were just starting a strip contest. That was interesting when a couple of the contestants stripped down to their birthday suits. They were handed towels to cover up their "jewels".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the strip contest was over we started to walk from bar to bar and check out the scene. We went to a bar called &lt;a href="http://www.cornerpocket.net/"&gt;The Corner Pocket&lt;/a&gt;. There were naked dancers up on the bar. That was first time I saw the dancers pull out their goods for bar patrons to touch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had one young "straight" 18 year old dancer walk up to us and pose for a naked picture with me. (I wasn't naked, he was!) He said he was really nervous. It was his 2nd night dancing and he couldn't "get it up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to a few other bars and went back to &lt;a href="http://www.ozneworleans.com/"&gt;Oz&lt;/a&gt;. That is where I laid my eyes on the hottest "straight" dancer I have seen in a really long time. We posed for a bunch of pictures together and I tipped him for a "feel"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked up stairs and wrote my name and number on a napkin and I went back to the dancer and gave it to him hoping he would call... he never did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was walking back to our room at the end of the night I passed protesters against gays. It took every ounce of me not to tell them where to go. People were throwing ice at them. They want people to get in a confrontation with them. So I didn't. One guy tried to hand me a pamphlet and asked "If I believe in Jesus?" I didn't say a word and kept walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called it an early night because we started drinking early in the night. I got up in the middle of the night to go to the restroom and noticed a note under our door. So I turned the light on and read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was from the Ritz saying that they were closing the hotel on Saturday, they didn't know when the airport was going to shut down and no rental cars are being rented out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to get really sick to my stomach thinking we were going to get stuck in New Orleans. I woke up my friend that I was staying with and we woke up our friends down the hall. We had called Southwest to get an early morning flight out and every single flight was booked. We asked if they could book us on any flight to any city, we didn't care, we just wanted out of New Orleans. There wasn't a single open seat on any flight out of New Orleans on Southwest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started calling other airlines and we got the same story everywhere. The scary part was not knowing when the airport would shut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all packed up our stuff and headed to the airport. Southwest suggested that we get on standy-by and we could possibly get on a flight. Lucky for us, the first flight we were on standy-by we got on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were Federal Air Marshals carrying machine guns walking up and down the concourse in the airport. I was stunned by that. I wanted to take a picture but I didn't think it was allowed, so I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our trip to New Orleans for Southern Decadence was fun but very short lived... maybe next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808746654001345703-4628034193677930336?l=myfruitflylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfruitflylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4628034193677930336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808746654001345703&amp;postID=4628034193677930336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808746654001345703/posts/default/4628034193677930336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808746654001345703/posts/default/4628034193677930336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfruitflylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/hurricane-gustav-headed-for-southern.html' title='Hurricane Gustav Headed for Southern Decadence'/><author><name>FruitFly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008664413815889906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAxE32-Xyvc/SLyd2EmOnyI/AAAAAAAAABE/z35voi7kqzU/s72-c/071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808746654001345703.post-7458879570389117064</id><published>2008-08-25T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T17:42:09.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Southern Decadence'/><title type='text'>Headed to Southern Decadence in New Orleans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAxE32-Xyvc/SLNRRiytVHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/X54skoouLPg/s1600-h/southern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAxE32-Xyvc/SLNRRiytVHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/X54skoouLPg/s320/southern.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238620153401136242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to travel. When one of my good friends asked me to go to &lt;a href="http://www.southerndecadence.net/"&gt;Southern Decadence&lt;/a&gt; in New Orleans I jumped at the opportunity. I haven't been to New Orleans before. This should be a fun weekend. We fly up on Friday and fly home on Monday. We got a room at the &lt;a href="http://www.ritzcarlton.com/en/Properties/NewOrleans/Default.htm"&gt;Ritz-Carlton&lt;/a&gt; for $129.00 a night. What a bargain! I plan on getting a massage while I am there. Their massages are amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808746654001345703-7458879570389117064?l=myfruitflylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfruitflylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7458879570389117064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808746654001345703&amp;postID=7458879570389117064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808746654001345703/posts/default/7458879570389117064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808746654001345703/posts/default/7458879570389117064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfruitflylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/headed-to-southern-decadence-in-new.html' title='Headed to Southern Decadence in New Orleans'/><author><name>FruitFly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008664413815889906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAxE32-Xyvc/SLNRRiytVHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/X54skoouLPg/s72-c/southern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808746654001345703.post-5155807006615155651</id><published>2008-08-24T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:09:23.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><title type='text'>Went to the Gay Beach Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAxE32-Xyvc/SLIT6wUO2bI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gCjJDBjkTow/s1600-h/beachtowel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAxE32-Xyvc/SLIT6wUO2bI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gCjJDBjkTow/s320/beachtowel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238271216708409778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Image by &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/mamluke/"&gt;Mamluke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been dying to go to the beach for the past month. Between bad weather and business trips I haven't been able to go. The weather finally cooperated today so I could hit the gay beach with my friends. It was a picture perfect day, just what the doctor ordered! I feel complete again. There is something about the beach that is so relaxing but yet so inspiring at the same time. It reminds me of what my dreams and goals are. It reminds me that I need to get back on track towards achieving them. My life long dream is to live oceanfront. I found out today that a few of my friends also share this dream... maybe we can be neighbors one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808746654001345703-5155807006615155651?l=myfruitflylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfruitflylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5155807006615155651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808746654001345703&amp;postID=5155807006615155651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808746654001345703/posts/default/5155807006615155651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808746654001345703/posts/default/5155807006615155651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfruitflylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/went-to-gay-beach-today.html' title='Went to the Gay Beach Today!'/><author><name>FruitFly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008664413815889906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAxE32-Xyvc/SLIT6wUO2bI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gCjJDBjkTow/s72-c/beachtowel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808746654001345703.post-4293876553411722712</id><published>2008-08-22T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:27:07.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonathan Knight'/><title type='text'>Jonathan Knight is Gay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAxE32-Xyvc/SK8SZgu6WyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sCe89n5A7rQ/s1600-h/jonathan-knight-431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAxE32-Xyvc/SK8SZgu6WyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sCe89n5A7rQ/s320/jonathan-knight-431.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237425121147902754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the 5th grade when New Kids on the Block were popular. My room was filled with NKOTB posters, pillows, blankets, buttons, dolls, shirts... you name it and I had it. My favorite was always Joe, still is. I would actually love to go and see them in concert. I think it would be awesome to sing along to "Hangin Tough" and "Please Don't Go Girl"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed a few months ago that all of the NKOTB clan was either married, divorced or has kids except for one. Now I know why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/2008-08-20-welcome-to-the-gayborhood-3"&gt;Perez Hilton&lt;/a&gt; is reporting that Jonathan Knight is openly gay. Now I like the guy even more! HA!&lt;br /&gt;As Perez says..."welcome to the gayborhood!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808746654001345703-4293876553411722712?l=myfruitflylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfruitflylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4293876553411722712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808746654001345703&amp;postID=4293876553411722712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808746654001345703/posts/default/4293876553411722712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808746654001345703/posts/default/4293876553411722712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfruitflylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/jonathan-knight-is-gay.html' title='Jonathan Knight is Gay!'/><author><name>FruitFly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008664413815889906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAxE32-Xyvc/SK8SZgu6WyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sCe89n5A7rQ/s72-c/jonathan-knight-431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808746654001345703.post-5691078979060971231</id><published>2008-07-27T15:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:31:34.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Club'/><title type='text'>The Night Was So Fun We Went Deaf!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAxE32-Xyvc/SIz29jo3_oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5gZIToqmwVs/s1600-h/beachbucket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAxE32-Xyvc/SIz29jo3_oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5gZIToqmwVs/s320/beachbucket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227824804869439106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday we went out to the club. I haven't been to this club before and one thing I thought was cool was they serve their drinks in a small beach bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We danced our asses off all night. When we walked out of the club we immediately grabbed our ears and realized that we could barely hear anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next 36 hours or so everything sounded muffled. That was such an odd, scary feeling. I can't imagine losing my hearing. We knew it was loud in the club but we had no idea it was that loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808746654001345703-5691078979060971231?l=myfruitflylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfruitflylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5691078979060971231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808746654001345703&amp;postID=5691078979060971231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808746654001345703/posts/default/5691078979060971231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808746654001345703/posts/default/5691078979060971231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfruitflylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/night-was-so-fun-we-went-deaf.html' title='The Night Was So Fun We Went Deaf!'/><author><name>FruitFly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008664413815889906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAxE32-Xyvc/SIz29jo3_oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5gZIToqmwVs/s72-c/beachbucket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808746654001345703.post-2010535614584201067</id><published>2008-07-24T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T14:56:38.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Oh the Drama that Went on Last Night :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAxE32-Xyvc/SIj6dLXYbiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1I4zZT2TDbM/s1600-h/drama2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAxE32-Xyvc/SIj6dLXYbiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1I4zZT2TDbM/s320/drama2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226702746737471010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A group of us headed out to the club last night. My bf was not there, he went to the movies with co-workers. So a few of us sent him a text and told him to come to the club after the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sent a text back saying ok. Then sent another text saying he was going home. So I got mad that he wasn't coming out and called him. He gave me about a half dozen excuses as to why he wasn't coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung up and started exchanging mean text back and forth. So I go outside the club and call him. We exchanged a few words which I don't remember them all. Most of them were not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up "making up" before we got off the phone but I feel like that little argument is going to put a wrench in our friendship. I feel terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got mad at him and shouldn't have. I totally went over the top and shouldn't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that all of this will be forgotten soon and we can go back to being "normal".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808746654001345703-2010535614584201067?l=myfruitflylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfruitflylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2010535614584201067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808746654001345703&amp;postID=2010535614584201067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808746654001345703/posts/default/2010535614584201067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808746654001345703/posts/default/2010535614584201067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfruitflylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-drama-that-went-on-last-night.html' title='Oh the Drama that Went on Last Night :('/><author><name>FruitFly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008664413815889906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAxE32-Xyvc/SIj6dLXYbiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1I4zZT2TDbM/s72-c/drama2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808746654001345703.post-274218306356781786</id><published>2008-07-23T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T17:26:18.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Post'/><title type='text'>My First Fruit Fly Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAxE32-Xyvc/SIfLDzCa75I/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXGA6yexMEM/s1600-h/rainbow_umbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAxE32-Xyvc/SIfLDzCa75I/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXGA6yexMEM/s320/rainbow_umbrella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226369158687158162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had started writing when I first started hanging out with the gays. It has only been about 4 or 5 months but if feels like I have known them forever. I guess because I see them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am recently divorced. I was married for 12 years and now I am 28 and single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted a gay guy to hang out with. I just click with them. Little did I know that my single life would lead to hanging out with dozens of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have so much fun together. I have been to Gay Days, Pride parades, gay beaches, gay bars and clubs... pretty much anything gay related I have been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my best friend in the whole world is gay and I absolutely love him to death. I can tell him anything. I usually stay the night with him five days a week. I hate being away from him. Hate it hate it hate it. I have been on a couple of business trips lately and hated every minute of not being in the mix of all the fun. I usually spend more time on AIM and text with him than I do having conversations with the people I am with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be plenty of funny posts coming...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808746654001345703-274218306356781786?l=myfruitflylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfruitflylife.blogspot.com/feeds/274218306356781786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6808746654001345703&amp;postID=274218306356781786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808746654001345703/posts/default/274218306356781786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808746654001345703/posts/default/274218306356781786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfruitflylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-first-fruit-fly-post.html' title='My First Fruit Fly Post!'/><author><name>FruitFly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07008664413815889906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAxE32-Xyvc/SIfLDzCa75I/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXGA6yexMEM/s72-c/rainbow_umbrella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
