11:44 a.m. - 2007-02-21
Tying one on
Maybe 'cos it was Mardi Gras. How the hell should I know? I have no clue why I do anything these days.
Drank a bottle of Chianti then thought it would be a wizard wheeze to walk down to the local neighborhood bar and have a few beers. Which I did.
Of course this is a gay bar in a gay neighborhood, and because it was Mardi Gras they were having a drag show and amateur strip show.
The bartender and the manager of L-e B-a-r-e's (a woman) kept buying me drinks (mostly jello shots) and despite my best efforts to avoid it by trying (and failing) to kick this lesbian girl's ass at darts, I ended up dragged into the amateur striptease.
I made $4. And some guy named Romeo tongued me, and the bartender stuck his hand down my jeans.
Then I got lost on the way home and walked 4 miles out of my way.
My head hurts. I think I need help.
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