I went out with and Wednesday night. First, we did a little shopping for the new apartment is planning to get. Then we went out to dinner at a home cooking style cafe. It was great to sit with them and just talk and joke. We spent more time laughing than we did eating. After we left there, and Dudney wanted to go have a few drinks at End Up. I didn’t really want to go there. It reminds me of too much and we went there for New Year’s Eve. I wanted to go to a straight bar or a lesbian bar, but Tori has social anxiety and End Up is one of the few bars she feels comfortable, so I relented.

Tori bought us round after round. She was drinking Patron shots and chasing them with Jack and Coke. Dudney was drinking Liquid Marijuana and a shot of Patron here and there. I was drinking double jagerbombs and then chasing them with the best Sex on the Beach I’ve ever had. I didn’t intend to get , but I did, and I ended up having the most I’ve had in ages. I thought of Paul a few times while we were there and I missed him a little bit, but overall I had a great time and was glad I went.

They were playing some good songs and the more we drank the more animated we became… singing and dancing off in our little corner. The best thing about going to a mostly-male gay bar is we don’t have to worry about being judged and we are free to be our usual goofy selves.

They only had one dancer working. He was cute, but flaming. He kept trying to get me to dance with him on the pole. I was drunk, but not that damn drunk. The dancer was obsessed with my breasts and couldn’t keep his hands off them. I thought it was hilarious. Tori and I made a bet that if she danced with him by the pole then I would do the splits. We both did our part and had a blast. It’s not every day you see a big girl in a wheelchair dancing on a pole and a big girl doing the splits near the pole. That’s entertainment.

 

 

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