A good girl

Oh my god. I was a total hot mess last night. For real. Like, it was bad. I'm literally sitting here twitching while I'm having flashbacks of last night.

I'm pretty sure I left all of my dignity in the gayborhood last night.

Last night started off pretty mellow. I went to go see my friend's band open for Owen at North Star. It's an okay bar. Nothing like the awesome hipster bars in Fishtown. I started off my night with an Arrogant Bastard and the next thing you know, I'm stumbling back to Keely's car and we are heading to the gayborhood.

Yes, Keely and I convinced Keith to go to a lesbian bar with us.

As soon as we got into the bar, a cute little gay couple started grinding on the dance floor right next to Keith. I was so amused. He was uncomfortable at first but then after about 15 minutes he settled in fine. I kind of figured it would take him a little bit to get comfortable, because watching men waltz around in sequins and eyeliner can be quite intimidating to a straight man.

Most gay men aren't like that, I know. I figured I should make a disclaimer to avoid stereotyping. But yeah, the few that are like that definitely intimidated Keith.

Anyway, after a jello shot and some whiskey on the rocks, he was on the dance floor sandwiched between three lesbians grinding up against him. I almost died. Too funny.

But yeah, I'm so embarrassed by my actions last night. I don't even want to get into it. But I guess we're all allowed to have those days now and then. For the most part, I've been a good girl the last 10 or 15 times we went out.