People who don't suck

When dating an internet (sort of poker blogger, though not technically, since his now-defunct site was mostly dick jokes) legend, there is an entire extended family, both blood related and bound by other, more degenerate ties, to contend with. I don't think I really considered this when I discovered that I wanted to spend as much time as possible with this man of mine.

As the months have gone by, though, there have been more and more plans involving people I thought of previously as "those people who live out there, on the internet". This past weekend, a few of those people stepped out of the interweb and into the real world of NYC. There were cocktails, and dinner, and more cocktails, and music, and lots more cocktails. Being surrounded by all of these guys, who have known my man in very much single, party boy mode, could have been a little overwhelming.

Fortunately for me, they were all kind and generous and completely accepting. They may be degenerates, but they're the sweetest degenerates I could have the pleasure of meeting. Even Joaquin, who for all his tough guy talk, is actually a good guy. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone.

Thanks, all. It was fun.