Promptly at noon. High noon, not low noon. You know, 'cuz we’re dopers.
Riiight, like I have a life.
Who’s driving this time?
Y’know, speaking of fun, I never get to have any anymore. Its been ages since I’ve been to a gay bar.
It seems all my friends are getting married and turning into prissy Johnson County housewives. All they talk about now is getting pregnant and things they should do in order to make sure the baby is healthy, blah blah blah.
If anyone wants to go have fun some night, look me up! I’m thinking Missy B’s or the Cabaret. ouisey33@hotmail.com, thx.
The 27th works for me. Again, assuming I can find a babysitter for the chilluns.
What the hell am I saying? The oldest mini-Marli is almost 13; he can watch the 5 year old for an afternoon. I keep forgetting my baby is growing up (sniff).
sperfur, I haven’t been able to pump my co-worker yet. We work seperate shifts and he is physically incapable of showing up on time for his, so I never see the man. If I can catch him, I’ll ask him; you’ve got me intrigued.
Oh, I’m so looking forward to this. The hubby and I never get to go out.
I have a little shrine to Bruce Campbell in my apartment, consisting of an autographed copy of his book, the Todd MacFarlane series action figure, and the Army of Darkness movie poster above. I may be able to sub in with some Bruce-love.
A friend of mine from back in undergrad is a drag queen. He goes under the name Athena Voce, IIRC. I’ve never gone to see him, but some friends of mine have. He did show up once to a party in full drag, which I found amusing and lively but which the more socially conservative elements of the crowd found profoundly disturbing. In all honesty, he really is way too tall to look like anything but a tall dude in women’s clothes, but I suppose drag really isn’t about true cross-dressing so much as about showmanship and a traditional entertainment genre.
Anyways, I think the 27th is OK for me. I don’t have to work that day, and IIRC the Tigers are out of town that weekend at Lawrence. So you can put me down for the new date.
So you’ve met the man? Wow, can I touch your chin?
So they have gay bars in Missouri, eh? I haven’t been to one since I left SF a decade ago. Funny, I preferred the gay or mixed clubs over straight ones. They seem to have a friendlier crowd and they smell nicer. I used to miss some guy trying to hit on me and buy me drinks, though I doubt that would happen these days.
Meeting him was cool. He came to the MU campus to speak for his book tour (and the assembled crowd stuck around after he spoke for a screening of ED2 in the auditorium.) I had to wait around for a couple hours that afternoon to get the book signed, but it was worth it. His promoters had gone down the line telling people Bruce wouldn’t have time to personalize the autographs, but he went ahead and did it anyways, so I got him to wish my younger brother (and huge Bruce fan) a happy birthday!
They used to have two gay bars in the city. Columbia is rightly recognized as the Berkeley of Missouri, far more socially liberal than you’d expect in the middle of a mostly rural midwestern state.
As for getting hit upon, you know, I’ve been told by all my gay friends over the years that I am not attractive to gay men (or at least not to the particular strain of gay men my friends hung with.) So on one hand, that means I never went through that foolish homophobic “oh my god, gay people hitting on me” paranoia thing that some straight guys have. But on the other hand it’s too bad, at least it would be validation from somebody 
Of course, one of my best friends who happened to be gay just moved to Florida, which means I’m going to have to find a woman of some sort to go see Rent with this Spring 
So you’re saying I can’t touch your chin? How about if I buy you a couple of drinks? 
So, Horseflesh, want me to see if I can find a babysitter for your heathens so you can go to the bar with us (I don’t even know if we’re going - no one has said they want to go yet) Saturday night? Since I don’t have kids, this isn’t info I usually have available, but I can ask around at work and I can ask my neighbor if she knows someone.
We used to have Styx, Contacts (ah - the good old days…this was the first and only place I was hit on by a woman, a man and a couple all in the same night 
), and a bar whose name I can’t remember - it was located way out on Mexico Gravel Road in a building that used to house a shooting range. Then there was III Cheers, which was more of a bar & grill type of place but was owned by the guy that owned Styx, so the crowd was mostly the same.
We have a large gay community here. The Peace Nook has a huge section of books on ‘homosexual issues & erotica’. That’s where I buy mine, anyway.
Nah, I’ve been trying to think of a place I could stash them if we decide to take this dopefest on the road. Anybody got a car with a mostly empty trunk?
I think my sister might be willing to watch them overnight if I wave a $20 bill in front of her.
Yay for family, for they make the best cheap babysitters!
Okay, who else wants to go to the gay bar? I don’t drink (well, occasionally I do - but I’m normally the driver, so I rarely do when I’m out), so I’ll be sober chauffer for however many we can squeeze into my car or I’d be happy to drive someone’s van back to fit even more in. I think I can squeeze 5-6 people uncomfortably into my car. One more if someone wants to lay across the laps of everyone in the back seat. After an afternoon of pudding wrestling, I think we’ll be close enough for that.
But do we have to keep up the pretense of posing as dancing nude lesbian female priests? Gay people seem to be especially sharp in this area, and likely I would be spotted for the fraud that I am from a hundred yards away.
If anybody remembers the last fest, I have a minivan that can comfortably seat 7, or 20 people if we decide to do things the clown way. Be we’ll have to lick all the pudding off first before any road trips commence, mmkay?
The gay bar sounds like fun… everyone needs to go to a gay bar at least once, right? Right.
Oh, definately. You’ve never been? You must come with usssss.
I thought we’d already agreed that the losers lick the winners clean. At least, I agreed to that… 
::allows arm to be twisted::
::sighs:: ;^) okay! sounds like fun.
Damn! I want to go! I gotta see what’s going on that weekend.
Ouisey, I used to live in Johnson county. woo! heh.
Oh sure, the winner will be spotless, but what about the losers? Somebody needs to be the designated loser licker, and since you’re already experienced at being designated something, I nominate you.
I’m SUCH a loser…
Loser licker. Hmmm.
Seems to me you’ve got a pretty good deal going on here. You win, Skippy licks you clean. You lose, I lick you clean. (Tie - both of us lick you clean? :dubious: ) Plus you get the big-ole cook smooch ‘cuz you’re grillin’ burgers. You are one lucky guy…
Gay Bar, Gay Bar, Gay Bar!
(I actually have a little tune in my head that goes along with that, but it’s hard to convey via cyberspace. And really, it’s not much of a tune at all.)
I’ll go.
Much better dancing.