I sure did have an interesting night out on Wednesday. In one night (and in one bar) I had, like, six gay bar stereotypes. Old black lady playing and singing the blues on a piano? Check. Men in leather harnesses with leather pants? Check. Stand up lesbian comedian? Check. Three dollar drinks that could strip paint? Check. Happy Hour buffet? Check. Beloved old bartender named Pappy, who looks as if he could captain a ship? Check.

I swear that's all true. I couldn't make that up if I tried.

A cool coworker and I decided that we needed a bit of time socializing outside of work, so I invited her to join me at the Austin Gay Leather Social, because it's early in the evening, and there's lots of good people watching. Also, most of the people there are my friends. Yep, my friends are mostly freaks. Thank God.

I had a great time, and was home by ten-thirty. Yeah, it was a wild night, but tame, if that makes any sense at all, which if you read my site enough, it does.

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