Pulling Strings

R.B. Winters
R.B. Winters
All, Break up, Bull Shit, Drama, Friends, Straights 0 Comments

Friendships are not supposed to have strings. At least mine aren’t – or can’t. I won’t allow them to. Strings are for relationships, which is fine, as that’s a whole different situation. Now I find myself in the same situation with my Straights [NYC friends who moved to the Midwest]. You may recall I previously posted about my visit to …

Straight Up Now Tell Me

R.B. Winters
R.B. Winters
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I share, as it’s the setup to understand some very interesting moments from when I traveled to Minnesota to visit them. They left New York almost a year ago and have been in the Upper Midwest living life. Several months back they invited me to visit for a June concert featuring Paula Abdul. Who could say no to such offer? …

Pee? Oui…

R.B. Winters
R.B. Winters
All, Bar, Birthday, Foxxy Business, Friends 0 Comments

So, it did take me by even greater surprise when this new and odd shock came when visiting Austin, Texas. Now, Austin’s slogan is ‘keep Austin weird,’ but who would think they mean it so literally. Anyway, I was there with Business and his boyfriend to celebrate Business’ birthday. All pretty standard stuff. Tourism, drinks. Tourism, food, drinks. Tourism, drinks. …

Into the Darkness

R.B. Winters
R.B. Winters
All, Bar, Friends, San Juan Diaries 0 Comments

Stepping out a on Friday night is nothing new, exciting, or even that interesting to be honest. It’s a part of life for most people. A friend and I decided to brace the long line of cars clogging the one-way road to Old San Juan and find a new watering hole. Dive bars are a preference for some [me], others …

Becoming Untied

R.B. Winters
R.B. Winters
All, Friends, Life, New York, San Juan Diaries 0 Comments

All of this got me thinking about New York. I love New York, and a decade ago if anyone dared to tell me I might live any place else, I would have spit in their face and called them a liar. Okay, maybe not spit in their face, but you get my point. There’s no place like NYC, maybe Dorothy …