Eye on Hampton Roads - Jamie and I went to the beach last weekend. No, not Rehomo. Back to my roots in Virginia Beach. We didn't see one single article of Prada the whole time, but there were plenty of authenticly hot surfer boys, sporting minimal body fat and shaggy stoner haircuts, all without assistance from Bruce Weber's lighting and makeup people. Let's see... we did drag my sister out to this tapas and martini place on Friday night (she had a beer), but Saturday night was spent at the MacArthur Center watching MIB2 and on Sunday we stopped by our old bayfront oyster shucking spot before heading back into town.

Jamie and I did sample the gay nightlife in Norfolk on Friday and Saturday as well. Ben, I wish you could have been there. The first night we hit The Wave, an 18-and-up dance club with a backroom consisting of three pool tables. Mixed crowd leaning toward the baby homos in their raver getups enjoying the smoke machine and lasers. Then after the movie Saturday we stopped in at the Garage, whose name predates the music trend by a decade or more. It's also home to BEHR. When was the last time you saw a NASCAR t-shirt in a gay bar? Son, when you go blue collar in Norfolk, it's not just for dress-up.

In sum, Ben and I both "went home" for the weekend with our significant others and spent nights out on the town including stops at the local gay watering holes. Yet I don't think friends who get along as well as we do could have had more divergent experiences. Wonder what that says about us?