I don't remember any of this. (Beer pong at Boxers NYC)

After we drove back from Fairgrounds (aka "Gay Day") at 6 Flags, I left Bohoken at his place to meet friends for drinks at Posh around 2am, leaving only when the lights came on. As I hopped in a cab, I saw Bottomless Pitt making out with the guy he'd tried to set up with me AND a friend. His Facebook status the next day:

That Saturday, Bohoken and I went to brunch at a cafe in Chelsea, having a couple of drinks before stopping into Gym Sports Bar. I steered us towards Boxers where an older black patron, with whom Bohoken had become quite familiar from several happy hours, gave us quite the ab workout from laughing at stories about him and his partner... and his fur coats. Turns out he's a preacher.

As we were talking, a short, young, Jersey-ish barback approached us.

Jersey: "Hey, any of you wanna play beer pong? $15 for 2 hours unlimited. I need a teammate."

Me: "Nah, I'm not a beer drinker."

Jersey: "We can do Cosmo pong! That's $20!"

Me: "I'll play with you. But our team has to be shirtless."

Him: "Uh... Fuck it. I'll play shirtless with you."

Let me tell you: Jersey had no reasonable justification for keeping his clothes on. At all.

So we played against 2 bartenders who were drinking beer. Bohoken pointed out that they were at a strategic advantage because I was drinking liquor. I pointed out that my liquor was mixed, and it added up to 2-3 drinks. I was so persuasive that I'd even convinced myself of this.

image from bigappledodgeball.com

So we set up the 10 cups on each side (some call this Beirut), but the cups were filled a bit more than I anticipated (definitely more than a swallow of cosmo). And the mix was quite syrupy. Luckily, the bartenders were still working, so there were a few minutes between each toss.

Turns out the bartenders are really good at pong. And it turns out my partner really wasn't. The other team basically killed us.

Did I mention my partner had a 1-on-1 game going with beer at the next table? Yeah.

According to Bohoken, I started to get kind of touchy-feely with Jersey as the game went on. Apparently, someone was tweaking someone else's nipples at one point. I don't remember any of this.

Jersey: "Guys, wait! I have to tell you something."

Me: "Okay."

Jersey (pulling out his phone): "I'm straight! This is my girlfriend. We've been together for two years!"

Me: "Is that all?"

Jersey: "I mean, I don't mind gay guys at all. They feel me up and stuff, but it's all good."

Me: "Bohoken! Get him a drink! Now!"

By the time Bohoken dragged me out (allegedly… literally... I still remember none of this), I declared I needed to go home for a disco nap, but I made Bohoken promise to come back out with me. Of course, we were walking wobbling by the PATH train when my body decided it had to pee imminently. Bohoken steered me up 6th ave (past the flower stand: "We should get some flowers for your apartment! Do you like flowers? I LOVE lilies...") to XES, which he knew would be deserted at that time.

I do remember being at XES, but I def don't remember staying for an hour and a half and being force-fed water. I also remember doing something that I haven't done since New Year's Eve going into 2006*: vomiting. I told y'all those cosmos were too syrupy! 

I also remember getting back to his place and deciding we needed to make a joint Adam4Adam profile. Did I mention this decision definitely and surely did not motivate a photo shoot? Yeah.

*This happened at XL (now closed) when it was next door to the Maritime Hotel in Chelsea. Frenchie Davis of American Idol and The Voice fame performed. 

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