Busted!
So last night I went to my very first beer bust at The Wrangler. It's basiclally a bar for bears (gay men that are MEN; beards, bellies, and bulging muscles, my kind of man). I met up with Josh and ChaCha (Billy), Michael and a plethora of other random guys that flowed in and out throughout the night. Beer was flowing and I was staring to get tipsy. Soon ChaCha decided that it would be a good idea to unleash his balls upon the world and dangle them out of his jeans...soon Adam followed suit. At least they were shaved. About 8 cups of beer (keep in mind the high altitude here) later I had my arm around Nick. We started chatting and vibing and the next thing I knew we were kissing. It was nice.
After we came inside from the patio Nick went to say goodbye to someone, ChaCha came over, and the next thing I know Nick is gone. It was okay because ChaCha and I decided to hang over each other, so I didn't lose a cuddle buddy. There was no kissing this time, mind you. After a few dance numbers we went to catch up with Josh at Jrs, stumbling our way down 17th Street. We arrived in one piece only to discover that Josh had made his way to Charlies. More stumbling, more laughing, more of us trying not to slip on the ice and not get arrested for public intoxication.
We finally found Josh, and he and ChaCha proceeded to playfully berate each other, you know how the gays do. We watched the Denver Bears on stage whilst consuming shots and being tipsy messes.
After driving around for a while, it was decided that the night's festivities had reached their end. We dropped ChaCha off first, which took at least ten minutes, and afterwards I was dropped off at my Jeep. Thankfully by then I had sobered up enough to drive.
I arrived home, drank some water, read a bit, and called it a night.
Can't wait until the next beer bust!
Peace. Out.