The Powerhouse

Y-M-C-A

YOU CAN GET YOURSELF CLEAN

YOU CAN GET A GOOD MEAL

Did OANST discover something new about himself that night?
I bet he did.

Where are the cars Pilot!?

SOON.

Also, funny how nobody has asked WTF is really going on. Also, SOON.

I think most people here would be more surprised if you hadn't talked him into some shennanigans.

Talked me in? This was my idea.

Okay i'll bite. What the hell were you guys up too?

Okay now i'm really curious.

That's actually correct; it was his idea. He walked up to a bartender and asked where the closest gay stripclub was. We met some guys who knew the scene and, after he called one of them gay, became best friends and took the world tour, ending up at the Powerhouse where there was a hottest bod contest already in progress which involved lots of skimpy underwear and spraybottles.

Afterward he stripped to his boxers and got fingered through the fabric while dancing on a pole, where the guy then said he liked him because he was both white and wore flannel. [/broadbrushstrokes]

Should I continue?

Yes, please.

That was all very accurate.

K didn't really want to cover this tonight because I'm tired but I can see that Nate's sitting refreshing this blog over and over.

We stayed at Powerhouse until they closed at 2am (This is SF, are they for real) and walked over to the bar next door in what was the beginning of our drunken tour of the city streets. Inside the next bar I armwrestled with one of the other guys, and found out that they ALSO closed at 2am, and that the Powerhouse had their clocks set forward. We choked down our rum n cokes and left. I think OANST was outside smoking and the other guy was on the commode for the 10 minutes we were in there.

Once outside, we were all standing in a drunken stupor with other displaced bar patrons, and some black guy appeared from nowhere and grabbed my crotch. We were hungry. The kind of hunger that makes you yearn for food. Rex (one of our new friends who looked like an 80s Cory Feldman with whom I armwrestled and whom we also had met at the first bar hen OANST asked about strip clubs) knew this pizza place which his friend worked at so we could get free pizza. After getting lost, Rex asked a bum with a shopping cart for directions, and gave him some Snus as a token of his appreciation.

At this point, I used OANST's camera to record a video of our entire drunken sprawl toward the pizza joint. Once there the bartender said I looked like Rick Astley annd put it on the big screens for me to dance to. Some pizza was eaten and we continued back to OANST's room at the famous Pickwick hotel where we all crashed. Somewhere we ended up with a Carl's Jr bag with like 8 hamburgers in it.

OANST took the King size bed (at first denying anyone, and then passively inviting anyone to sleep with him on the bed) the other guy took one corner, and I bedded up on the hard floor with Rex who was very hot and had very soft skin. Once we woke up together we played around a bit; he got horny and tried to mount me dry (rly?) while hungover so I beat him off instead. I got his number, the others woke up, OANST disappeared into the bathroom for his scalding rape shower and left afterward, showing back up with coffees for all. Some other stuff happened then I drove him to the airport The End.

Oh...

Are you and OANST boyfriends now?

I wish you hadn't remembered all that. Then you'd have a wacky Hangover-style backtracking plot.

So... basically you said...

"Justin.
I wanna take you to a gay bar,
I wanna take you to a gay bar,
I wanna take you to a gay bar, gay bar, gay bar."