As he said on his blog, it’s his birthday on Monday. He’s turning 32. Last night, we bar-hopped. Gay bars only, because we felt like being grabby-hands with each other and that would have raised a few eyebrows in straight bars, not to mention maybe getting us beat up.
I was designated driver so he could drink, and boy, did he drink! Some green crap with cherries in it. At the end of the evening, he was feeling no pain. 🙂
We landed at a bar with live music. He and I sat on a couch, listening to a great singer, but watching two other guys making out across from us. That was hot. Hell, they were hot. One was black, one was white, and they were so into each other.
It was raining last night, but not heavily. The city was a fine place to be last night.