Bowling for Martinis

Pretty blase weekend for "W", although I didn't mind.

Saturday evening I went to celebrate a co-worker's birthday. Granted I don't care for the person too much and I wasn't invited, but I went anyway and had a most excellent evening.

Faithful readers probably don't picture me to frequent places like pool halls, honky tonks, or strip clubs. Because I don't. Saturday evening did take me to a local bowling alley. Perhaps I was a fish out of water, a gay lost in redneck paradise if you will, so spinning a 12 pound ball at 10 pins was quite the sight. It had been more than 9 years since my last visit to the lanes, and the first game I scored quite low. 76 I think. Game two, I hit my stride, and scored a respectable 110.

Afterwards, as a reward, I went with my str8 entourage to a martini bar for a refreshing round or two of drinks. Again, I had a surprisingly good time!

The weekend wasn't filled with pleasantries exactly. There was a situation involving a couple of friends and a sleeping incident that included some touching. Unfortunate to say the least. I think they're both adults and know how to address what happened and move on.

I also came to the realization today I can't afford to go to see the Scissor Sisters in concert next weekend, because I have to save my baht(Thai currency) for my trip NEXT MONTH to Bangkok.

Wow this is an exceptionally lame post.

Tomorrow will be better, I promise (great...now I'm building expectation)

Smooches

"W"