Blërg. The snow hit, as promised, so I guess it’s a good thing we didn’t go to Detroit… Guerrilla Queer Bar is tonight (and we know that went well last time) but it’s 6 miles away, in the snow. And I don’t know anyone else going, and I can’t really do the whole go-somewhere-alone thing; I just feel so terribly terribly awkward. And I can’t drink to “take the edge off” #teetotaler.
Matt suggested I flip a coin 20 times to decide whether to go. I used a big half dollar: 11 no, 9 yes. GQB is only once a month though! Jonesy pointed out that I could go to an actual gay bar, any other night, when it’s not all snowy.
Merp. When snow closes a door, it opens a window. But a bunch of snow comes through that window and ruins everything still.
