my friday night

my friday night started at 3:30 yesterday, when basically everyone in my department made a beeline to watch Snakes on a Plane (which, I'm happy to report, I wasn't invited to, but then someone asked me if I was coming, and "I said I wasn't invited" in a subtle, bitchy way). so i came home and decided to start drinking.

so around 9-ish, i decide and bored and think it's a good idea to head down to Chain Drive. (this seemed like a good idea after five Lone Star tallyboys.) so i get there ($3 cover charge? really?) and start drinking Shiner (because they either ran out of Lone Star or they never had it to begin with) and proceed to people watch.

now, Chain Drive is the only gay bar in town i can stand because 1) you don't run into all the flamey, trying-to-be-trendy queens and the gay gym bunnies who douse themselves with a bottle of cologne because, hey, that's real "sexy"; 2) the cheap drinks (not barflys cheap, but still cheap); and 3) the guys are real guys; every guy there always looks relaxed and dressed, well, not to impress.

but egads, they need to do something about the music. Chain Drive used to be a leather bar (i think), so everytime i go, i expect to hear, oh, i don't know, non-gay dance music. (well, i expect to hear non-dance music.) i don't know, maybe i expect to hear pansy division or le tigre or henry rollins or gravy train!!!! or xiu xiu or something else than what i usually hear there.

anyway. i think i styaed for three or four beers. the people watching wasn't going so well. i do think what was funny was, at one point, one of the bartenders was completely making out and groping a guy sitting right next to me while i was staring at the tv on the other side of the bar playing Grease. i think that's when i decided to leave, although i don't really remember leaving (which is probably a good indication that i shouldn't have been driving).

then, when i woke up today around noon, i see a scrapey scab on my right hand, and all of a sudden i remember that when i did get home, i fell out of my car very Edina Monsoon-like, and proceed to laugh because i fell out of my car like Edina and no one was around to see it! (apparently, i can drive well enough when sloshed to not get pulled over, but getting out of a car is too hard for me.) then i saw i scraped up some of my upper right arm. and a little of my left arm. and my right leg. and all without making any rips to the clothes i was wearing.

so yeah, that was my friday night. and i don't much feel like drinking tonight. tada?