Yesterday afternoon I baked cookies. Yup, that’s me, Bobby Crocker. Ok, not quite… all I did was bake the cookies. I didn’t make the mix, I didn’t scoop them onto the sheets. I bought one of those pre-made cookies packages. They come preformed and everything, all you have to do is break them apart and put them on the sheet… then viola homemade cookies.

So yeah, that’s what I’m eating right now, for breakfast. I’m also drinking a Tropical Sprite Remix, that Berry Remix version is the pits. Blech!

Last night I went to pick up Sammy at 11 and we headed off to Dicks Deja Disco, but we couldn’t find anywhere to park, so we left.

I suggested that we go to Sidekicks because Sam had never been, so off we went. We should have noticed the abundance of trucks in the parking lot and realized it was going to be nothing but Lesbians inside.

We should have also paid more attention to all the Lesbians coming in and out as we approached, and the Lesbians working the door.

But no, we still went in and paid our $5 cover. The Dyke at the door mentioned something about male dancers at Extreme, so Sammy asked where that was. She told us that is was towards the back through the double doors.

I couldn’t help but laugh. You can’t divide your club in half and pretend that it’s two entirely different clubs, that’s nonsense.

I have never seen so many Lesbians in one place in my life. It was scary, and I don’t think it was my imagination that they were looking at us like we were intruders.

I swear there were like 700 Lesbians in there and 5 guys. And those 5 guys were not attractive, not int he least.

They did have male dancers, but they were straight, and laughable. They were too busy staring at themselves in the mirror and playing with their own nipples. Freaks!

So we ditched on the Sidekicks and went to Charlie’s. It’s kind of funny now that I think about it, because I had said on the way over there something about how I love the gay bars because we can bar hop an not pay cover, and then last night we paid $5 at both places we went. Wrongness… I must have jinxed us.

Charlie’s was busier, but there were no cuties in sight. We met up at Charlie’s with Sam’s friends, Carlos and Richard.

Carlos was with his boyfriend. His boyfriend happens to be the same boy I was having eye sex with at Banana about two weeks ago when I went shopping with Kristi. I’m glad now that I didn’t give him my number or pursue anything, or it would have been real weird and awkward last night.

Richard was hyper, as usual, and bouncing all over Sammy and I. Then he was behind me grabbing on on my fine round bootie, and trying to put his hands up my shirt. Wrongness

We didn’t hang around at the Charlie’s for too long. Neither of us were feeling the vibe. I was feeling a little buzzed. I had three drinks and a big juicy shot of Jagermeister with bartender Jessy to celebrate his birthday.

I went to close my tab out and starting chatting with Ms Paris Chanel. Then this straight girl across the bar starts trying to flirt with me. Her friend should have had educated her to have the sense to realize that she was in a gay bar, trying to flirt with a boy in a tight t-shirt, with the words “Hustler” written on it. I am not straight.

Paris started cracking up, and then I had to turn my head so that I wouldn’t laugh too. Then breeder girl waves at me, so I wave back. She gets all excited and tells her friend, “He waved at me! Did you see that, he waved at me!”

Then she offers to buy me a drink, and I decline. She offers again, and I decline. She asks me if I’m going home and I tell her that I am. So she says goodbye and I walk away.

How sad that the best flirting I got all night came from a breeder girl… in a GAY bar. Wrongness. I’m cursed.

We left Charlie’s and went to have breakfast at Kerbey Lane on 38th street. Carlos and Richard had invited us to go with them for breakfast at Jim’s. Jim’s? Come on!?!?!? No thanx. Why don’t you just invite me to have breakfast at the damn dumpster… geez people.

I didn’t think I was going to eat much because I was still full from dinner and all the damn cookies I ate, but I inhaled that food… and it was yummy.

After breakfast I dropped Sammy off, then went home and to bed!

Today I haven’t done much yet. I’ve been chatting on-line with cutie Ryan, then Jorge called and rambled on the phone for like 20 minutes without me ever saying a word. He was on a roll!

He’s coming over in a bit so that he can abuse my Sam’s card. Yup, I’ve got an exciting day planned.

Posted by Tomithey on Sunday, May 16th, 2004 at 1:44 pm.