Evening Out
An acquaintance asked me to attend a benefit show at the Surly Wench tonight. I went, though he and his compatriots were nowhere to be found; perhaps it was one of his funny jokes. In any case, the show was mostly dudes doing stripteases. Not being a raging homophobe, I drank my beer and concentrated on other things. A man offered to buy me a drink. Not used to being in such a position, I said no thank you. I did manage to buy myself a half dozen glasses of Guinness and a burger that I couldn't taste, though.
I played a lot of air hockey. I bested all of my opponents, though one of them managed to beat me and even the score. I conversed with two young ladies for a little while, before they left me to go to some place called IBC. I was told by a girl named Christine that I look like "a cuter version of Bill Gates". I was told by the woman that beat me in one game of air hockey that I look like a young Bob Saget. A woman named Eleanor talked with me for a while about her moving to Kentucky to coach a roller derby team, and about her boyfriend.
I coveted a few women. One of them, an extraordinarily good looking young lady, was making out with her boyfriend next to my car when I went to collect it and drive home. Most unfortunate. These outings make me feel lonely sometimes, since it seems everyone arriving is a couple, except the forty year old man that wanted to get me drunk and sodomize me.
Not a bad evening, all tolled. It was this or see Reservoir Dogs at the Loft.
I played a lot of air hockey. I bested all of my opponents, though one of them managed to beat me and even the score. I conversed with two young ladies for a little while, before they left me to go to some place called IBC. I was told by a girl named Christine that I look like "a cuter version of Bill Gates". I was told by the woman that beat me in one game of air hockey that I look like a young Bob Saget. A woman named Eleanor talked with me for a while about her moving to Kentucky to coach a roller derby team, and about her boyfriend.
I coveted a few women. One of them, an extraordinarily good looking young lady, was making out with her boyfriend next to my car when I went to collect it and drive home. Most unfortunate. These outings make me feel lonely sometimes, since it seems everyone arriving is a couple, except the forty year old man that wanted to get me drunk and sodomize me.
Not a bad evening, all tolled. It was this or see Reservoir Dogs at the Loft.