So it winds up that I drive my ass through the snow and sludge to pick Goth Chris up last night. Of course he wasn’t ready in time to make it to the store or the open bar. Since new dolls had arrived earlier that week, we decided to go back to my place to unwrap and squeal over them instead.
Here’s a pic of my favorite one in the series ...
Under the hood you could find one of three variants – Can you guess which one I got?
Anyway after we played with our dolls for a couple hours the urge to have a drink was still strong so we awkwardly trudged through the snow to the fag bars.
Unplowed sidewalks are a bitch to navigate after a few shots, let me tell you. I wound up on my ass a few times.
At Sidetrack I flirted shamelessly with a shy (or so I thought) Virgo boy I kissed last weekend. After a few drinks I decided to play a game of dares and tried to get everyone in our group to grope random strangers or do “hit and run” fart attacks on annoying fags.
It was all fun and games until Virgo boy dares me to show him my wiener.
What could I do? Being the ringleader of all the festivities and the one who instigated the little game, I had to comply. So I undid my pants right there in the middle of the bar and showed him my stuff.
Goth Chris pulled my pants back up and tried to scold me about being kicked out or arrested. I’m drunk at this point and could care less about the consequences – although I don’t see quite what the big deal is, I mean it’s a gay bar for chrissakes. Surely I am not the first person to get a little drunk and drop trou?
From there JJ Fidgets and M joined us and we head on out to (what Chicago Jorefers to as “The Untz-Untz Club”.
From there things start spinning. I remember shots with The Heeb, I remember a few cocktails with the boys. I remember thinking “I need to go home” at some point. But how and when that happened is beyond me. A call to Goth Chris this morning filled me in on absolutely nothing as he was just blasted as I was.
But the puke splatter across my bathroom sink and the dull pain in my head is all the confirmation I need that whatever happened was an absolute mess.
If you happened to cross my path last night, I apologize for any puke, or unsolicited nudity.