tall ain’t the only skinny white boy with a syndrome (part 2)

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There are seriously 6 people in the bar, so 5-foot 8x6’s enthusiastic screech at our entrance was probably quite genuine. That and we were all shirtless. We started out with a round of margaritas. Followed by a good-will (i.e., free) fruity shot. Then another round of margaritas (there was a special). So then this hugely loud, hugely huge, old white guy comes in, and we’re the only ones that will put up with his harmless obnoxiousness, so he buys us a round (there was a special on Long Islands, too).

Then SoHo Crush comes through. I’m always a bit apprehensive about introducing a new guy to my friends (whether we’re having sex or not), but everyone got along swimmingly. SoHo and I have very similar senses of humor (his being seasoned with about 20 years more experience), so obviously my friends loooooved him. Bottomless Pitt later said, “Yeah, I always wonder when you say you’re bringing a boy because tOWGA was kind of [anti-social] for real!”

SoHo Crush left to meet friends, and Med School Mess wanted to go home and freshen up. Bottomless Pitt and I got a bite at Maracas as went straight to Chi Chi’s. We ended up meeting Mess back at Pieces, about which she was very excited b/c they were having a Mardi Gras party and she still had paraphernalia left over from her party. We probably had one drink there before Bottomless Pitt couldn’t take it anymore. We went to 6^th ave to wait on (Ho)Motown to show up so we could go to No Parking. 20 minutes later, she hops out of a cab, and we’re on our way uptown. BTW, (Ho)Motown is a friend of Bottomless Pitt who attends the same honors college Ivy that Bottomless Pitt graduated from. She don’t talk much.

We get there around 1:30 or so, and of course, there’s a line outside. I see Lionel, so I greet her. She gives me the quickest, least enthusiastic greeting I’ve ever gotten, but Costello (one half of Abbott and Costello, the promoter tag team behind Escandalo Nights) was much more friendly. After almost an hour in line (y’all can tell I really like this place b/c there are very few things I’d put up with that involve an hour line) we get in.

Shirts off. Dance like crazy. Minimal foot movement (I'm pretty sure they don't have a Cabaret License). Bottomless Pitt and (Ho)Motown left maybe 15 minutes before the ugly lights came on. I piece together my outfit and head out the door right after the lights go on. Did I mention the deli on the way home serves $3 turkey sandwiches? Yeah!

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