Grumble. Vegas never happened. On Friday a fog so thick you could have spread it on toast covered the coast of California while simultaneously the whole northeast was getting hammered by snow. Subsequently, the boards all went haywire. My first flight was cancelled, the second was two hours late, and by the time I got to San Francisco for my meeting, it was already after 2 PM. Returning to Los Angeles just a few hours later, I was trying to catch the 7 PM connection to Vegas, but all the flights were delayed. As a result, I was going to miss my connection - the last flight to Vegas. My only other options were to switch airlines or switch airports or switch days and frankly, that just wasn't gonna happen.

Socal then gets rain, so I'm stuck pulling on plastic at the local rock gym this weekend.

On the upside, I did hear the best gay pick up line last night since the "don't worry, the first time doesn't make you gay" was sprung on me in New York. The ultimate fauxmosexual, a hair stylist from Corona del Mar tells me that a guy once used this on him: "Don't worry, you're only gay if you're on bottom."

See. It's lines like that one that make me wish I liked boys.