I had a very gay Labor Day weekend.

Sunday, Rob and I (gay couple) had a fabulous (gay word) brunch (gay meal) with my dear friend Mark (could not be more gay). He served, among other things, bloody marys, mimosas, tea, chopped fruit, cream cheese with bits of scallion in it, and olives stuffed with almonds, and we spent the entire meal discussing musical theater (gay gay gay gay gay gay gay).

Monday, Rob and I (still a gay couple) went to brunch (still a gay meal) with some good friends (two other gay couples) from Minneapolis. The establishment, called Popovers, is not strictly gay but is trendy to the point where lines are blurred. At least two other tables featured large groups of males who laughed just a bit too jovially, if you know what I mean. One just knew they were talking about Martha Stewart (gay icon). Our table, as usual where Rob is concerned, discussed musical theater (gay), a topic one would think is not broad enough to sustain two separate brunches, but one is often surprised (and bored senseless) on matters such as these.

Later in the day, Joe (gay) and I went down to the Bed, Bath, & Beyond (gay destination) near the West Village (gay neighborhood) so I could buy a TV cart and tray tables for my apartment. Fighting the sale-day crowds (including a million other gay couples), I decided not to bother with the investigation of window treatments (!!!!!!!) that I had originally intended. In this, at least, I feel very butch. Very few gay men have postponed the purchase of window treatments for as long as I have since I moved to Manhattan.