Last night was fun!  I hadn’t gone out in a while, so it was a welcome treat.  Jerrica came back to town, which prompted the plans, so Eric and I met up with her, Ben (her date), and Randy.  We had some yumminess at California Pizza Kitchen before heading out to PLaY.  We all got there and while Jerrica and the rest went to Hustler, Eric and I went to the ATM.  This has become sort of a ritual for Eric.  Every time we go out, we hit this particular ATM, which is a drive-up ATM, but that fact has never stopped us from using it as pedestrians.  Anywho. . .  A car or two pull up and we have to wait, so we stand back and keep our distance until the cars clear.  We don’t want to be too close, ’cause people would think we may be trying to rob them or whatnot…  it is 2008, afterall.  So, we get up to the ATM when we see that the previous customer was still logged in, so jokingly I say to Eric, “You want some money?!” and we share a laugh right before we hit cancel.  Then, I realize that the previous person’s card was STILL in the ATM!!!  Now, this all happens in about 30 seconds, so the car was still leaving the area, and I knew which one it was, so I grab the card and chase them a block and a half away, screaming for them to stop.  I know at first, they thought I was some psycho or something, but they stopped as they realize what I am waving in the air.  I catch up to them and give them their card and figured that was it.  I went back to Eric and we start walking up to the Shell station to get chasers for the booze we had in my trunk.  On the way there, though, the girls that were in that car from the ATM pop up again and flag us down.  I was hoping that they were going to give us some money, that would have rocked, but they gave us a 6-pack instead.  They obviously must have missed the fact that I am a blatant homosexual and homo’s don’t drink beer, but whatever, it was really nice.  We grabbed the beer, got our chasers, and headed off to the club.  Now, last night, i SWEAR TO GOD!!!  The panhandlers were out in FULL FORCE.  We hade to have gotten stopped by like 6 of them.  All of them ever so pissy that its 2008 and NO ONE CARRIES CASH!!!!  Ugh, people need to wake up and get a job, seriously.  It’s NOT that hard.  People are just too damn lazy!  Anywho, I digress…  on that, anyway.

We get into the club and all is normal for 10 at Play on a Friday.  NO ONE WAS THERE YET.  So, Eric and I headed to Tribe to get a drink.  Tribe was pretty packed.  The bartenders were extra frisky last night, too.    I got my signature Long Island Iced Tea, and in my typical fashion…  I downed it.  I am inpatient drunk.  I want it quick and I want it all at one time!  :p  We hung out there for a few, looking around at the myriad of typical faces and people that we see there all the time.  There are the obvious fags that think they are something special that prance around as though there is a giant dildo stuffed up their…  and there are the older ‘hopeless’ homos that come in and just sit.  I have often wondered what they are waiting for:  love, lust, or just friendship…  and they all have that mixed face of depression, anger, despair, and desperation on them.  I just want to tell them that life is too short to be ‘that’ guy.  Then there are the normal people, which luckily, are in the majority at Tribe.  Of course mixed in the crowd are the snooty stuck up gay peeps that spend all their money on shoes and clothes to look good on the 4 nights they go to the Bars because to them that makes up for the fact that they are all 100% empty inside with nothing to show for it but those clothes and to make them feel better they act as though they are on top of the world when in fact they are nothing more special and the rest of is.  Then, of course, are the queens.  Its funny.  I cannot understand how some people can leave their house thinking that some of the outfits they have on look anywhere remotely CLOSE to good!?  Anywho, you get it…  same people, different night, nothing new. 

Back at Play, we watch the show, and it is on par with the rest, but there was a new drag queen and OH MY GOD!!!  She is absolutely the most beautiful drag queen I have ever, repeat EVER, seen.  She makes Sara look like Mama Fratelli from the Goonies.  As the show ended Jerrica’s drama began.  She always does this.  She finds a way to get pissed off as to bring all the attention of the evening back to her.  Last night was no exception, and I flat out told her what I thought about it.  It was nothing major and life will go on, but that is just how she rolls, I get that.  Anywho, in the mean time, Eric is out and about drinking God knows what.  He surfaces more drunk than I have seen him in a LONG time!!!   Oh!  I almost forgot.  Troy texted me and I invited him out with us and that was fun.  It was cut really short, but fun none-the-less.  I met a couple of his friends and well, that was about it.  Jerrica left with Ben and I drove Randy to his car.  Eric and I headed home and he all but passed out in the back seat.  I sang all the way home as I normally do, hoping that he would fall alseep.  He was SO drunk!!!  I got him home then I came home and DIED!!!  I was tired, obviously.   It was a great night, though.  Really great.

Work sucked, but its all good.  49 days and counting. 

Wow, this blog ended up a lot longer than I anticipated.

-=brett=-