Last night was pretty fantastic. First B and I went to a silly boy-band show where her friends were playing. They were... okay, I guess, for that style of music. Then these scruffy guys came out on the stage, and I got excited because I thought it was going to be some jam-band shit. But it was another boy band, just in disguise! In fact, they were practically N'Sync! Pfff. I half-assedly stalked this greasy guy who had heavy black eyeliner, but it was no use. A totally bunk scene.
Next we went to several bars, spending money like we had just got paid (which is true). Finally we ended up at the southern rail and found ourselves surrounded by the gay guys from last weekend. The one in the stripey shirt whispered something into the short hot one's ear, who then came over and asked, "Are you a les-be-yun?" How can I argue with that, even if it's not true. I can't. I said, "Yeah!" and soon found myself surrounded by really hot gay guys, dancing. I made out with the guy in the stripey shirt (same one from last weekend), and also made out with P. P is not gay. He is a really cute guy with a cute dog and I love everything about his facial expressions and mannerisms. In fact, I would call him completely adorable. But anyway, I soon began chasing the striped one, because I seem to be in love with him when I'm drunk. This pisses B off a lot. She doesn't think he's worth any of my attention. I don't care. It doesn't really matter, because the true or false fact is that I am in the market for girls, not boys. My heart really belongs to all the gay girls out there. Cause I'm gay.