much cuter in the dim club lighting (another drunken Sunday, my first time at 747 @ Kiss N' Fly)

I had some use-it-or-lose-it vacation time at work, so I took a Monday off. Of course I wanted to drink all day grab brunch with the boys (at Maracas)! At first, the mimosas never went empty, but about halfway through, our waitress just stopped coming around with the refills. She’s lucky the gratuity was already included because we ended brunch barely buzzed and not at all pleased.

We couldn’t deal with Pieces on yet another Sunday, so we opted to go to Gym Sports Bar instead. It was pretty crowded, particularly with muscular guys with nice asses (WIN!). I ended up running into a few people I knew, including ASFKAB, who was pretty damn drunk. We may or may not have tried to do the “Bad Romance” dance to every song that played.

Bottomless Pitt showed up (she couldn’t make it to brunch) for a couple of drinks before he and I ventured off by ourselves to Kiss and Fly for 747’s open bar (same people that did Hudson Terrace over the summer). I think it was my 4^th free drink when I saw a gay guy I work with. She had started working in another division of my large corporation on the same floor about a month before, and we often see each other in the hallways. But she consistently avoids eye contact. I've cornered her into acknowledging my presence once. When I saw her (looking much cuter in the dim club lighting), I poked her shoulder and gave a smiley “Hey!” Her look was a cross between confused and annoyed, and she quickly barked out a “hey” before turning back to her friends. It’s not like she didn’t recognize me (I’m the fucking 6’2” black guy with the dreds in the tight jeans that you see every day!!), so she was just being a nasty queen. I've decided that I’m gonna smile and say hi every time I pass her in the office hall! Poor girl could probably use some kindness in her life.

Me: “The bartenders all look the same. Ridiculously cut and tanned with a light dusting of torso hair.”

Bottomless Pitt: “Get a load of this one walking by!”

Me: “Daaaaaaaaaamn! …damnit, no ass.”

Bottomless Pitt: “But those jeans are fierce! Wurk, Skeletor! Wuuuurrrrrrrrrk!”

Right around our 6^th drink, we ran into ASFKAB and a group of her friends. 5 minutes later, 10 of us were yelling out “Bad Romance” (like 2 verses of it) at the top of our voices. Meanwhile, the song that was playing: far from Lady Gaga.

And because one open bar wasn’t enough, we walked down to Greenhouse in SoHo for their half hour of open bar, which was surprisingly tame. When we ventured up stairs (i.e., when we finished the drinks we had lined up on a table downstairs at the less crowded bar), we ran into SciBearSex. He’s a European scientist of the cubbish persuasion whom I met online over 3 years ago but didn’t meet in person until a year later after his friend messaged me on A4A, not knowing that I knew SciBearSex. Then SciBearSex’s friend was hooking up with MicHELLe for a while… they both have a thing for black guys, so I’m sure that happens quite a bit.

Anyway, SciBearSex was wearing a harness over a collared shirt, and he will forever be my hero for that.

It wasn’t long before we ditched for Chi Chi’s, and SciBearSex showed up there, too. A white guy (well, Euro, but they don’t know that) at Chi Chi’s in a harness over a collared shirt is just not done. Did I mention we loved every second of it (probably not b/c I don’t really remember)? Yeah.

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