Sunday 2.14.2010

My friend Jason came over in the early evening to shoot the shit and get some advice, and in exchange he offered to teach me the interwebs and the googles. We polished off a bottle of wine and he walked me through Google Analytics and how to embed a video to YouTube! Oh man oh man… this is going to be fun. I was already asked to delete the one video I practiced with. Sorry Rich, Nikki and Michelle. It was classic for the 24 hours it lasted online. So…. I had every intention of sitting in front of my computer fucking around and when I got bored with that I had a date with the DVR. I was also experimenting with a new cocktail … lemonade, pomegranate juice and vodka. It was quite delicious.

I would suggest less pomegranate than this though

Sound of record scratching…. Dallas sent me a text claiming that I HAD to come meet her at this awful place downtown called SideBar (this is like your typical “bro” bar… for lack of a better word to describe a straight bar in the gaslamp.) She said it was turned into “alternative night”as Circuit Sundays, marketed towards the swinger lifestyle and the gay community. I did not believe her but she managed to get me out of my pajamas and down the street. She promised gays, drag queens, a crowd and that I wouldn’t have to wait in any lines. Deal.

As I walked up I saw a guy from my work and his boyfriend. Ok, I knew it was legit, I will proceed inside the club.

I swear you need 3D glasses to see this photo better. Let me know if it works.

Dallas looking as sexy as ever.

Juan and Brett

I love Dallas shoving her tit in Juan’s face. Sweetie, remember they aren’t into boobs.

Her “top” being held together by a paperclip.

Umm ok.

At one point a “straight” go-go dancer standing on the bar above me leaned over and stuck his tongue in my mouth and was claiming that he actually worked at the bar on regular nights and that they asked him to stand in as a dancer tonight and that is why he was up there. His boyfriend was eyeballing me and when he hopped off the bar the BF came over to me and hissed “You know he’s gay, right?” I was like “Hey, he started it. I was just trying to order a fucking drink.” I think he was trying to make him jealous and it obviously worked. Funny.

And yes, of course this happened. Believe it or not they were not posing for me, I caught them in mid-scream about who knows what.

I actually had a really good time. I’m glad I didn’t sit around sulking about being alone on a holiday that women take so seriously and that frightens the shit out of men especially men who you haven’t even determined what you are with so why would they get you something for this day created by Hallmark which would put so much pressure on him and only solidify the awkwardness that has or has not been created by the lack of the talk of what you “are” in the first place. It would be much easier to pretend that your phone died.

Yeah I know that was a really long run on sentence.