So after work I went to Home to have dinner, ALONE! PieInYourEye and the gang all bought tickets to some comedy show but I didn't go because I wanted to hook up with crapstein and shutupmom.
The food was very satisfying as usual. I had a small hearts of romaine salad, pot roast, and a side of mac n cheese. It was all G.O.O.Deezy my neezy. Poocakes, next time you want to eat here please let me know and I will treat you and up to 3 of your friends, drinks included! Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated!
I was seated next to this middle aged couple that sounded either drunk or were just suffering the effect of a lifetime of crank. Their speech pattern was very affected by something, and they weren't foreigners. They started off the night all lovey dovey but turned hostile and condescending by the end of dinner. Anyway, I wasn't able to finish all of my food so I had it boxed up and gave it to a homeless person out on Market. Everyone should do this if they live in a big city and the chances of running across a homeless person are good.
So after dinner I walked up Market towards Castro to meet my co-worker, La Puta Jones, at The Bar on Castro. He actually called me right as I got to the corner of Market and Castro. He was at the opposite corner coming out of the Muni station. We walked to the bar together. The homo-gays were out in force. Of course it is their domain. But they were really out because they had something going on at the Castro Theater.
Anyway, we got to the bar at like 6:30pm and did a quick circuit of the bar just in case the ladies were there early or something. With no sign of the ladies I got us some drinks and we found a place to sit right next to the DJ booth. We pretty much stayed there the whole time talking and drinking. I had the Glenlivet on the rocks and he had diet coke because he is on meds and can't have alcohol right now. We chatted and people watched. He had only been to that bar one time before but apparently some of our other homo-gay co-workers enjoy hanging out there often. Just a couple weeks ago he saw two of them making out on the street in front of the place. They were embarrassed but La Puta laughed it off because he is a hootchie too.
So we shot the shit until 8pm and with no sight of Crapstein we decided to call it a night. I didn't want to torture La Puta by keeping him out and about when he couldn't drink. I know that it must suck.
So I didn't get to meet Crapstein or Shutupmom, which really bites the big hairy one, but I'm sure they will come out here some other time and we can do a better job of scheduling a time and place to hook up. If I would not have been a retard and thought about calling Kelly instead of just leaving her a message here, we probably could have stayed out in the Castro all night. Oh well, there is always next time. And now I at least know where another cool gay bar to hang out is.
10:00 a.m. - 2004-07-24
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