COSTA RICA MOMENT

So about four years ago now, Daddy Warbucks and his friend Brandon and myself were in a party town in Koki Beach which was an out of the way place on the beach, but at the rainforest's edge... when we were in Costa Rica. It was an adorable beach town, and there was  only gay bar in town. As far as I know, and could see, we were about the only white American tourist as far as the eye could see. So we went in anyway and we were indeed the only Grinos I could see. And for some reason everything in the bar seemed small, like little tables and little chairs... we felt like we were in Gulliver's Travels. There were a handful of locals there, and I think we were some of the only Grinos they'd seen in some time. We seemed to be like exotic creatures that landed in their bar, but we ordered drinks anyway, and sat at a little table. And one by one, they came over to us, and started walking around us and observing us...and then they started talking in their very broken English and us back to them with our extremely broken Spanish, They were very sweet, they were all gay boys, three trans girls, one of which was giving some Little Edie vibes with a sweater wrapped around her head and who seemed to have taken a fascination to me... and one really very drunken lesbian, who was more butch then the three of us put together, and she kept saying over and over, because I guess it was all she knew in English... "Oh I so happy you are in my country" Oh I so happy to have you in my country"... over and over and over. And could she do the shots!!! So I had to go to the bathroom, you know, once that seal breaks.... and it was a one-seater, and just as I go into the bathroom, "Little Edie" pops in and starts touching my face and chest gingerly, saying -" I ove you, I ove you. I thought it was sweet, but it was to soon for love. So, I pop back out, and join Big Daddy and Brandon at the little kindergarten table, who are having a whale of a time with more shots. We all have several more rounds of tequila and rum shots, try to talk, and laugh and have fun. When it was time to go, we bid them farewell and adios, we walk out the bar, and as we are weaving and stumbling down the beach to get our transport back to the hotel,they all came out of the bar, standing in front of it, waving us goodbye, like we were visiting dignitaries or something. One of those wonderful moments. You know, I hope they still remember us, because I remember them.

Happy Gay Pride!!!!!