No Sleeves No Service

Aug 15, 2004 02:36

So...I'm in CO on business. Which went really well btw, thanks for asking. It's our last night here so we decide to cab downtown, we as in Patrick son of satan. Actually I take that back. He's human. We had a pretty good evening once he got drunk. He sure does like to talk alot. I am a great listener when I want to be so mostly he just talked and I just tuned him out. The first club we went to after a fabulous brazilian dinner,$95.00 for two, well at least the company is paying for it, but I digress. The first club we went to wouldn't let me in because I was wearing a sleeveless pacific sunwear cut off T. One of my best btw, I look totally buff in it. So then we go down the street to another happening looking str8 club, and again "Sorry you need sleeves to come into this establishment." Now at this point I'm like "Oh hell no, frick this! Patrick, I am ditching you to find a gay bar, gay bar, gay bar." But instead I asked the bouncer if it was like a state law or something that men can't wear sleeveless shirts in bars, he said no it was just their (stupid) dress code. So then we went to another bar just next door and the bouncer said, "The answer is still no I just saw you walk over from the other bouncer. Now I am pissy and patirck decides, let's go to the raggedy jazz bar on the corner. THis place was just icky honey, but we stayed for a couple. He could tell I was bored so we went to another club, this one let me in but by now if I didn't go somewhere gay I was going to scream. So I dragged him in search of a gay bar. Just my luck we end up in a teeny bopper lipstick lesbian dance club, with not a cute boy insight. Grrr, I loathe Denver.
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