Cock Spots

Tonight we wondered, "where do all the hot boys hang out on Sunday?" Oddly enough, we also wondered the same thing the previous evening, as well as the week before, and the week before that.
Wouldn't it be great if you at least had an idea where the greatest concentration of delectable specimens were guzzling their PBRs at a given time? I mean, if you're going to spend your hard-earned money in a drinking establishment, you need to get the most eye candy for the buck.

Saturday, July 22, 2006

I have to admit, last night's energy was focused on gettting intoxicated rather than scoping out man meat due to a very stressful week. I was, however, impressed at the crowd for Savalas's open bar (vodka and Yuengling, 10:30-11:30 on Fridays). A particularly cute boy with tats and a messenger bag smiled and said, "hello!" then proceeded to tell me about how he accidentally saw his (male) friend's "sexy" panties when he tried to wake him to to have some fun (they turned out to be boxer briefs). Jessica found one to her liking, but he had to be up at 6am to trim trees for the city (!). There were other familiar faces, like Jordan and his friend whose name I can never remember.

Next, we were off again to the ever depandable Union Pool to meet friends for OJ and Forest's party (see a pattern here?).

I think I'm staying in tonight to finish a project for Monday, but I've been promised a field report...