Off tha chizzy
Saturday, J Co and I did laundry and went Christmas/birthday shopping for X-tinafied’s 28th, as well as picking up a few things for ourselves. Union Square was mildly nightmarish, and I suspect it will continue to be all on through the freakin’ holiday season.
And later that night, we went to what seemed like every straight bar in San Francisco. Some of the more salient features of straight bars, as noticed by myself, are:
1. Beer is the drink of choice. Fruity cocktails, not so much.
2. There is always football playing on the TV. I am not joking nor exaggerating.
3. Musically, the genres of choice are hip hop (danced to by a bunch of white kids, natch) and instantly recognizable ’80s/’90s rock/pop. You know, the kind that you start singing and dancing along to only when you’re soused?
4. Straight guys are sooo tall. Why can’t fags be, too?
5. You dress up to go to straight bars. You dress less when going to gay bars.
I was also introduced to my new favorite drink: a surfer on acid. Deelish. Now, back at work, I feel like I’m wrapped in a cocoon of dream state-ness. That is, I’m awake enough, but a little out of it.
