Sunday's Post - Bad trip on Canal Street

First I miss my best friend's wedding, no! first I delay my departure to the wedding of my best friend, then I miss it completely because I am not able to wake up in time for the eight hours drive to Timisoara. Then I go into the forest, for a barbeque. All is fine, even when it starts to rain. Then we sort of decide to go to Brasov. It's only two hours away.

350 km later, plus a couple of energy drinks, I am seated in front of my computer, ready to file all these under "bad and funny gay experiences in Romania - my life as it were". The reference in the title of the post comes from "Queer as folk" plus a bad "trip". I can already hear you I am contradicting myself, but guys, I can have fun when things go wrong. So, after a bit of pointless wandering through Brasov, we checked two places. Both from another "movie". An internet character I once knew, said this better than me. It was the kind of local pub where the moment you opened the door all eyes are on you, the new comer. Well, I never though I would say this, but this turned out to be creepier than old Queens in Bucharest. And I don't remember the name of this first joint. After a couple of dances we had to leave because somebody asked Cody to a no strings attached beer that was going to turn either into a gang bang rape, or into a street fight. The second place was somebody's basement: high school prom drag show, cozy kitch atmosphere with grandma's brand new armchairs and couches back in the eighties, and perfume point-of-sales materials on the walls. At least people were friendly here. As I was dancing, I realized my driving license was not, I repeat, was not with my other papers. Smart-pants forgot the driving license in the other bag, back home, 175 km away, in a residence where I am not listed officially as the tenant. Dancing away I imagined a couple of happy-end scenarios in the event police would stop me on my way back. About a few pictured me sleeping overnight at the precint, without your average policeman-cuffs sexual fantasy.

OK, so all is well when it ends well.