Sun, Sand and Homos - Jamie and I just spent another deliciously carefree weekend with the boys down on the Delaware shore. There's a whiff of latter-day Rome about the decadance that is Rehoboth Beach. It's just one hedonistic pleasure after another: the evening cocktails, the late evening fine dining ($$$), the outdoor dance clubs, the after-parties, getting home around dawn, sleeping in, the beach crowded with hot guys, splashing in the waves and soaking in the sun... until the evening cocktail hour rolls by again, and you repeat. And let's not forget to mention the rampant casual sex and seemingly prevalent drug use. Caligula would be proud.

But who am I kidding? I thought it was a wonderful weekend, especially since it was our first time down as guests in a summer share. (You know... seven strangers, picked to live in a house to find out what happens when people stop being polite... etc. etc.) Just your typical gaggle of sassy, smart, sexy gay housemates. Who knew it could be this fun living inside a cliché?