By a strange series of coincidences, I've spent 10 of the past 48 hours in
a gay bar...last night for the denoument of Vincent's going away party, and tonight with my friend Dennis, as the proverbial third wheel.
This is not the way things should be.
Tonight was the same serial killer stripper (as Michael calls him), the same tedious videos, and although a new set of faces, really, ultimately, the same crowd.
3 comments:
I didn't realize Vincent's going away party was at a gay bar. Did the straight people feel comfortable?
I suppose so.
His party was held upstairs at a sort of mixed bar...not quite a gay bar, just gay friendly I think.
Afterward that we went to the gay bars.
I think I know these people.
Post a Comment