She wouldn't let me take a picture of her face, but this is what is left of her pants on the walk home the next morning. Her knee was pretty jacked up!
It kinda looks like we were doing watered down shots of Pepto Bismol. Gross. What is really depressing is that the bartender there introduced me as a "regular" to their newest employee. Ugh! I don't even think they called me a regular at Bobby V's in Arlington.
We also went to the gay pride parade last weekend. Pretty fun, and tons of great people watching. Beer through a straw on the 5th Ave, good times.
I love hot gay men. At least they are pretty open about letting me see and sometimes touch their nice bodies. Yummy. Last night I am pretty sure I molested a guy in the bar's bathroom after drinking PBR all night. At least he was hot! I love tattoos. And I love Brooklyn.
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