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Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Columbus ate my liver:
Last week I learned that Columbus is a drinkin' town. Oh MAN those kids can party. Though I did spend part or most of each evening in the hotel bar getting hit on by some ridiculously audacious gentlemen (a term which I use quite loosely), I also got to see a couple of friends. One friend in particular took me to a gay cowboy bar on St. Patty's Day. That's right. Gay. Cowboy. Bar. They had strippers, even. In leather chaps, to boot.
A few lesbians showed up, and though I attempted to show my graciousness as a friendly visitor to their fine city by offering up my oral services, I found myself snatchless (save my own) at the end of the evening. Oh, woe is me. I did get a good-luck kiss at the end of the evening, because what St. Patty's Day would be complete without a little inappropriate frenching? At least my tongue got to do something while I was there. Silly lesbians, see what you missed?
This week I'm off to yet another midwestern city, but this time I won't be around anyone worth kissing, unless I happen to find another gay cowboy bar full of drunken lesbians. But really, what are the chances of me being that lucky two weeks in a row?
babbled by Kat @ 1:01:00 PM |
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