Berkeley, Conshohocken, Insiders, and more....

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First of all, allow me to define the word "conshohocken." (I like to pronounce it con-cha-hock-in.)

In reality, it's the name of a small town in PA near Philly. But in my world, it can be used as a noun, verb or adjective. On our road trip to the Mac show in Atlantic City 5/03, friend Ryan & I saw a sign for this town. We joked "Sounds like a bad STD. 'I'm sorry sir, but you have conshohoken.'" Well, being on the road for 7 hours straight takes its toll & we decided that it's the funniest word ever. EVER.

Of course, it's always been our little joke. Until now. Our friends in Cali embraced the word with open arms & it's now firmly in their vocabularies.

"Excuse me, can you please pass the conshohoken?"
"Oh my God, did you see that conshohoken?"
"Owww! I just hit myself in the conshohoken!"
"I should have tried to conshohoken my ass up to the front row."
"My oh my, you're looking quite conshohoken today."
"Conshohoken off, assh*le!"

And so on & so on. You may not find it funny, but if that's the case, I feel bad for you. Cuz it truly IS the funniest word ever & should be treated as such. So, if a Ledgie throws the word out there in their post, now you'll get it. Or not.


I read Rickypt/Ryan's review & I pretty much agree. So I won't say much about the shows themselves. I will, however, talk incessantly about my trip so if you don't care for my blathering on, please don't read it. 'Kay? Thanks.

I arrived in LA on Thurs around 3:30pm & my Best Gay Boyfriend (BGB) Ryan picked me up. We went to his apartment & I immediately opened up a beer & lit a smoke. Yes, I did quit smoking 6 years ago. But not when I'm with him, since he smokes like a chimney - and def. not when we're drinking together. Discussed going out to eat, drank more beer. Listened to some CDs (Johnny Cash, Neil Diamond, Patty Griffin) and smoked more cigs. I finally decided to give Sparky a ring, and he said he'd meet us out for food & drink but he had to go exercise first. So while we waited, we had another beer.

We decide to meet at El Coyote (which Sparky tells us is the last place Sharon Tate ate.) I realize I've only seen 2 pics of Sparky - the armpit shot & another far away head to toe pic. I fear I won't recognize him unless he's walking around shirtless with his hands up behind his head. Up walks a dude in a cowboy hat & plaid Western-style shirt. Gotta be the Sparkman. And it was. What a cutie.

We have dinner, a few margaritas (his with Silver Patron - of course- on the rocks, mine frozen, Ryan's a peach although he asked for the pear. We chat about The Ledge, earthquakes, Stevie & L.A. Good times, lots of laughs. It's time to go before we know it (not by choice - they were closing & kicked us out.)

We stand outside for a bit, chatting. It's then that we realize that almost every customer is a gay man. It's not known as a "gay" restaurant, so this seemed a little odd to him. As Sparky so eloquently put it "you can't swing a bat in there without hittin' a queer." Too funny. More proof that the gays flock to me.... I almost convince him to fly up to Berk the next day, but alas, airfare has gone up too high.

More to come.....