Pies, Guys, and Bears Oh My!

Hey all!

My trip to the big city this weekend really gave me mixed results in the fun category. I went up Saturday afternoon, picked up Thom (the guy I used to date recently), and went shopping. I wanted a new shirt to wear on Sunday. Buying for everyone else on Friday made me feel a little left out. It took us longer to find a parking spot and get inside and get out of the parking lot to leave, than it did to do a walkaround, get some lunch, and then pick out a fabulous shirt.

Saturday night's Christmas Concert at church was awesome. Everyone sounded great! It's hard to describe it accurately, but the choir added a black southern gospel style to many of the songs. Pretty cool stuff. Afterwards, the pie social was nice. My caramel pie was a big hit!

Later on, we went to a drag bar which was fun and entertaining...the good ones were really entertaining, making fun of the bad ones was...well fun. That's when things turned not so great for "W". I think not eating much all evening (a slice of pie and some quesadillas), and then having three drinks started the trouble. Actually, I just took a couple of sips from the third drink, which did not taste like the first two cranberry/vodka's I had.

Had I been feeling better, this next part of the story would be much funnier. We ended the night, by hitting a bear, I mean bar, I mean bear bar. Yeah, apparently Saturday night is a huge night for the bear/leather crowd. I got a warning about the atmosphere from Thom on the way there. Yowzers! The pinnacle would have to be seeing men wear those leather fisherman's caps. I'd swear they're only in 'the movies'.

Call me naive, cause I am. I've just never been exposed to that much leather, not even at Wilson's! By that point, I was feeling very nauseous, and not from all the bears and daddies. I was seriously trying not to throw up. After making the rounds of the place for about an hour or so, we left.

Sunday I woke up, still feeling nauseous, and spent the entire church service worrying about having to run to the bathroom. It was a great service too, which I could only half enjoy. After lunch with some church friends, I still wasn't feeling great, and decided to come on home, rather than going to the Choir Concert again and to a Christmas party.

This morning I feel better, but not great. There's still a 'pit in my stomach' feeling. I went to cycling this morning too, after a three week hiatus.

Anyhoo, a week till Christmas...YIKES!

Take care,

"W"