Evening Out

[napoleonofcrime]

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

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[elf_owl]

Do you know if Eleanor got her scrapple? I dropped it by on my way to hang out with Roseann. I'd have popped in if I'd known you were there, but I was on bike and Roseann wondered where I was anyway, so it was probably better that I didn't, time-wise.

The place was probably IBTs, the gay bar down the street.

[napoleonofcrime]

I didn't see any pork mush, so I don't know if Eleanor got it. I thought about texting you, but I was pretty sure you had your own plans for your first Saturday night back in town.

IBTs, you say. For the best that I didn't follow them, then. Not as much my scene as IBCs, which is a root beer brand, if I'm not mistaken.

[elf_owl]

It was pretty well wrapped in plastic bags, to try to insulate it as much as posisble on the flight back. (And to keep me from thinking much abuot what I was transporting.) I will trust that she got it, if not until the bar was closed.

IBC is a root beer brand, and one I remember enjoying very much in my more soda drinking days.