Friday Warm Up

Friday evening, Wood and I went out on the town to flirt with the influx of men in Atlanta. Although we’d talked about getting out…

by j. brotherlove

Friday evening, Wood and I went out on the town to flirt with the influx of men in Atlanta. Although we’d talked about getting out of the house by 11 (a must if you want to get in a club during this holiday), we didn’t arrive at Bulldog’s until 12:30 or so. By then, the parking lot was bursting with testosterone (real and imagined) and there was a line longer than a block to get into Bulldogs.

Fuck the line. Naturally, we chose to stay in the lot and meet and greet. Although we couldn’t get inside the bar, liquor sales were operated via several car trunks. Wood and I imbibed. As we were resuming our tour, I saw a familiar stranger, an enigma slinking through the crowds. We’d never met but I’d recognize him anywhere. I introduced him to Wood and it was like we were old buddies catching up.

Things get a little foggy after that… I remember more drinking, empty promises, blatant flirtation and Wood trying to rope me into eating breakfast at the Waffle House. I don’t do breakfast at the Waffle House. I am partial, however, to Champ Burgers at Checkers. We grabbed a couple on our way back to the southside. By the time we got back to DIC, Wood was too far gone for me to allow him to drive home. So I set him in his favorite DIC chair and collapsed in my room.