Before I tell you about my very gay weekend, I should inform you that today I learned that although my car is fully capable of sputtering and stopping due to a lack of gas, it does not have a gas light. I learned this the hard way. Fortunately I have my knight in shining armor (well in green work shirt) to save the day, and in true perfect boyfriend form, when I asked him if he ever gets sick of having to come to my rescue he said no and that he enjoys it. Now thats a man looking to get some tonight!
Now...
The Gayest Night Ever
So a while ago my friend asked me if I would go to Pulse, a gay bar, with her and her co-worker (who is gay and new to the area, so he doesn't have any gay friends) on Friday. I figured it would be fun, so I got myself together and we were on our way. First we went to Hamburger Mary's which is apparently a gay hamburger joint downtown (who knew restaurants had sexual orientations).
While there we met this pack of cute gay boys who we asked about Pulse. They said it allowed kids 18 and up and so it had alot of young kids who would ask us to buy them booze. Then they told us they were going to Parliment House and asked us to join them, so we did. OMG! That place is a circus. Everywhere we went there was something crazy--a geriatric tranny, an old man dommie couple, a guy trying to look like 50 Cent (we called him 25 Cents), and so much more!
The Gayest Night Ever
So a while ago my friend asked me if I would go to Pulse, a gay bar, with her and her co-worker (who is gay and new to the area, so he doesn't have any gay friends) on Friday. I figured it would be fun, so I got myself together and we were on our way. First we went to Hamburger Mary's which is apparently a gay hamburger joint downtown (who knew restaurants had sexual orientations).
While there we met this pack of cute gay boys who we asked about Pulse. They said it allowed kids 18 and up and so it had alot of young kids who would ask us to buy them booze. Then they told us they were going to Parliment House and asked us to join them, so we did. OMG! That place is a circus. Everywhere we went there was something crazy--a geriatric tranny, an old man dommie couple, a guy trying to look like 50 Cent (we called him 25 Cents), and so much more!
Here is the best part. While there I discovered that gay men LOVE boobs. I mean, as I was walking around, guys would just walk up to me, squeeze my boobs, and tell me I'm gorgeous. I even had a gay man motor boat my boobs. Best part, they bought me drinks!! I was saying, "My Boobs are like Visa, they're accepted everywhere." (which is why I want my photoshop back, so I can make a boob visa card). Who knew the trick to getting to get guys to pay for your drinks was going to a gay bar! I have never had more fun in my life than I did at that gay bar!!! Anywho, here are some of the pics for your enjoyment.
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