Gabriel Cohuelo

Well, I made the executive decision to start the long weekend early.

So the pool is cleaned, and heating, and I am drinking a Whiteclaw and grilling hot dogs, because day-drinking on an empty stomach is sad, and that is about what I am capable of, today.

Honestly the rest of you move through the world slow as shit, I do not know how the fuck you tolerate it? You should want more for yourself.

Anyway, whatever I've got, this is basically like being on 2C-B and K at the same time, the visuals are pretty major, not gonna lie.

I hate March. I hate this weather. This house is drafty, and I miss having Angel around to, like, warm a room up. (And her company, obviously, I'm not a monster, but you know... perks.)

Anyway, when I disappear this weekend, it's because I am going to dark rooms to dance to cope, where the weather cannot bother me, where a crowd of men will heat up the space, and where there are many good DJs from Berlin playing at many warehouse party options that are all reasonably affordable Uber rides away from each other.

Summer cannot come soon enough, is what I am saying.

Look, I know how this is going to sound but... it's too damn hot to lose our human ice machine.

If you see me down by the pool, my laptop is with me, so I am technically working, and it's casual Fridays, so the speedo is work attire.

For the record, I was planning to come back earlier. But nonstop flights have been canceled for 3 straight days, so I'm stuck here.

In Brazil. Where it's been raining for 3 straight days, but the temperature is always around 80.

Storm seems bad, though!

So I dunno if it's the cold weather warping the glass or what, but literally every bottle on my bar cart is open. And I can't get the caps back on.

And I have a pretty extensive collection, and the oxidation's not great for it. So, really... no choice here...

I'll be getting creative with punch for the next few hours, if anyone wants to swing by. (21+ only.)

The fuck is going on around here? Maybe let's not go places for a bit.

Not to be that guy, but the gym etiquette seems to have gone to shit around here lately. Dunno what it is, but can we get it together?

Put your weights back when you're done. Wipe up after yourself. Take the sweaty towel with you when you leave.

You'd think after this many years, I'd know that it never stays quiet around here for long. But it turns out I am still able to be surprised by the curveballs the universe throws at this place.

Well, I've spent a fortune on swimsuits whose lengths and cuts would scandalize the country club crowd around here.

So, to the beach we go.