Is it still 2005? I have already begun to write 2006. My brain has a nasty tendency to overcompensate.
So, I promised stories from the last three bars on my record-shattering bar crawl from NYE. And I am as good as my word.
The night ( early morning ) ended at Clark's. All roads lead to Clark's, much like Johannesburg ( $5 to the first to e-mail me with that literary reference! ) . I ran into Brendan and gave him proper shit for not calling me to play Boggle. He was appropriately ashamed. Looking smashing in his fiery red corduroy jacket, I gave him my cap and we proceeded to play dress-up for a bit. What fun?
I awoke, threw on my jammies and Hefner-style robe and stopped into Scot's for a quick bite. Tom wouldn't let me leave until I sampled his sausage. Spicy.
Then was Crew, where hangover-nursers threw themselves headlong in to whatever game was on. Oh, those gays and their sporting events. ( Sorry for the timeworn stereotype. )
So this week was rather low-key. The highlight surely was my night at Neo, where I met young Ingo. A grad student 'aus Deutschland'. Er seht so gut aus, ja? I habe veile freche Gedanken gehabt! Ach, du meine Güte!
Lesbian? Capricorn? Then you must know about the annual Cap party, this year to be held Sat. January 15 in it's usual place. Tequila, lap dancing, wheels of naughtiness. It's a sapphic goat's wet dream! E-mail firstname.lastname@example.org for more.