I Owe Myself A Good Talking To

Woo! Went out with Randy Eskelin last night, Miss Delta's one-year annivers. where they were having a shrimp boil. It's ostensibly Cajun food, and it came pretty close, but the servings! Waaaaay too small. I'm not complaining (too much) because the food was free, but... I was sitting at a table with five guys and we had to split one pan of shrimp while there was one fat dude sitting by himself across the room who got treated to a couple of pans. That was a little frustrating, as everyone at my table will attest.

It was fun to hang out with a bunch of cute gay boys. I of course was the black sheep, and the butt of many jokes, and rightly so. And I took last night to go back into the closet... the bisexual closet. Or, I guess I should say I demolished the closet. For the longest time I swore up and down that I was bi, but, I have to be honest, boys just don't do it for me. I'm a ladies' man, and not in that suave way, just in that obsessed way. They boys last night all comforted me as I swung the wrecking ball, and assured me it was quite alright to be a white hetero male (albeit a bit of a rarity), the important thing (to them!) was to keep an open mind and not be a gay-hater. True words, good to keep in mind.

Kept the drinks to a minimum, that was _really_ nice, I need to do that more often. This morning I'm still able to function, which is super-nice, something I could get used to.

Alright, you people want a picture and a link, huh? Okay.

I read a Nikolai Gogol story, The Coach, last night, as threatened. It was only 5 pages long, but I laughed quite heartily. It was a light little jaunt; the man is obsessed with moustaches, in the way that I am obsessed with women.

I met the guy who runs this website last night: The Beard Revue Looks like a funny read.

More pictures on their way! Must go pick up prints from the camera store today, hope everyone is doing well!