As much as I consider myself to be one of those "classy homosexuals," on occasion going to the crappy gay bar with the boyfriend and our threesome partner and singing "Hot in Herre" and "Bootylicious" at Karaoke Night isn't the end of the world.
Well, for me at least.
Initials and I left around midnight so he wouldn't turn into a pumpkin, and our threesome buddy was having some success with one of the more attractive people at the bar (even if he was wearing a retainer). We thought we were leaving him in good (or at least busy) hands (and lips).
Fast forward to 2 AM, when a police officer uses our buddy's phone to call me to take care of him that night, because he was found passed out on the side of the street with a homeless person rifling through his pockets and a couple of nasty scrapes on his forehead and arms. It was either spending the night in the drunk tank or having a responsible friend take him home and watch him. And that was me.
Initials slept through the entire thing, though I did wake him up and inform him that my queen-sized bed was going to feel a little crowded tonight. Somehow, I got stuck in the middle, and was clamped like a vice for the duration of the night. Also, both of them snore. Loudly. And they were drunk and sweaty and handsy while they slept. Plus a car alarm went off in the parking lot.
Consequently, I only slept for about two hours last night. And I leave for work soon, and looking at the schedule I'm going to be dealing with roves of preschoolers for most of the day.
Did I really say that going out to Karaoke wouldn't be the end of the world at the beginning of this post? Because I'm pretty sure I take that back.
