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.

Thursday, November 02, 2006



I discovered the main disadvantage of dressing up as a conjoined twin (attached at the butt cheek) for Halloween night...location, location, location. After attending our friend's birthday party at Black Betty, we headed to Zablozski's to visit Lisa. We sat upon two bar stools pushed together, facing forward. After about 15 minutes the people on each side of us had started talking to both of us as a unit, but in order to talk to the opposite twin it was necessary to shout. By default, Jessica was able to talk to the crazy Israeli, and I was stuck with the nice but way too intense "regular" (nothing against him, but I was too tired for his particular questions).

The Israeli had a friend named "Happypill" who sat silent until his introduction, then grinned as he offered us Tic Tacs. We briefly entertained the idea of moving ourselves between them, but both of us had to rise early the next day.

I keep meaning to make some little pics to represent the kinds of guys we see on a given evening...if I had one now, I'd insert a Eurotrash (in the good way) icon.