Weekend @Sin Sin

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Oct

29

So I was lucky enough to be in attendance (+1) at the annual Meatfeast with Charles & Steven Star today. I went last year and was quite plastered with one Rachel Parenta who claimed I was telling her what to do. I might have been but whatever. I’m adorable. After having my share of Pork, Beef and more pork me and el girliamos(that’s how i refer to the girlfriend as of late. Don’t ask why. It makes no sense) went down to the Shark Show over at Mo Pitkins where fellow BcCo alum and general pal Baron Vaughn was performing and ended his set with a rousing rendition of a snippet of Jenna Jamisons auto-biography.

Needless to say the audience was left riveted. (I’m not even being sarcastic.)

So obviously thats where my day should have ended right? Negative.

I get home and around 11:30 or so I get a call from Twiddle-ho and Twiddle-hoin even mo’ (i.e. Fahnon and Nathan. See picture. And yes. Nate’s head does shine like that ALL the time) Did I want to go to Sin Sin, they asked. Er…I guess. I wasn’t tired at all(because I had eaten chocolate covered coffee grounds. Who the fuck came up with that idea?) So my beloved E.L.E. (yet another name for the girlfriend.) decided to stay home so it was me and these crazy fuckers out for the night.

Our arrival at Sin Sin(It’s cooler than the homo-errotic music thats played on the website) was what normal. Ra, the bouncer made fun of us for no apparent reason. Matt, one of the owners of the place made random comments about my appearance (“Since when did t-shirts start being worn outside of your shirt?”) Can you guess which one of these fuckers is the bouncer and which one is the one who has an affinity for grabbing guys asses in his club? (I wish that was a joke)

And then it began.

Within about a half hour of arrival I ran into a young lady who I think I hit on before at Sin Sin. She was a nice cute girl who I had no recollection of whatsoever. We exchanged plesantries and went about our dealings.

Then a man started trying to dance with me.

Now, admittedly the man was claiming to be a woman and dressed the part but its Halloween weekend. I trust no one. And this Man-Woman was a little bit too tall and a little bit to square jawed. Fahnon of course suggested that I investigate the situation by making out with him-her. Besides being hunted like a rabid dog by my beloved for doing such a thing, I really had no urge to make out with a dude to then say “Yup. Definitely a dude.”

Like that would clear it up for me.

I’ve never made out with a dude before, nor do I plan to (sorry fella’s), so if your looking for some hot man on man* action this is not the blog for you. If your looking for some hot male on female action…well…this still might not be the blog for you. If your looking for some luke warm interaction of 2 people of the same species who of different genders then by golly this is the blog for you.

What the hell was I talking about?. Oh yes. Making out with dude really wouldn’t help. I’d be just as confused, but now with a little more action than i had expected.

Oh, something I didn’t mention. The girl who I had met before was with a friend. She was a little cold to me at first so I couldn’t really get a feel for her. And you know if a girl isn’t smiling at me 24/7 then obviously she’s a lesbian.

Seriously. I totally thought her and her gal pal were queering off.

But soon there after I saw them dancing with fellas, which really didnt change my mind because I’ve seen this happen with the lady lovers in the past. But she pulled me over to dance with her(to save her from dancy douche bags from staten island. They aren’t douche bags because they’re from staten island, but it didn’t help) and we got to talking and I realized that she was infact NOT queering off. Her and her friend was just that. Friends.

Oh, did I mention that some girl pulled out a tittie?

Yeah some chick dressed up like a refferee(I’m assuming she just wore her shirt from her foot locker job) was frickin ho’ing it up all through out the club and was making kissy faces at me and when I smiled politely at her and say ‘Hey take a picture for me’ she pulled out a tittie. And of course because I was shocked she was pulling out a tittie I missed timed the shot and didn’t have the balls to say ‘Hey pull that out again.’ Plus, if I was to say that at that point I might be crossing the line.(el girlfriend reads the blog) and i’m not bright enough to lie about what happened.

Oh and she also made out with the barback.

Yeah, Miguel, the resident funnyman at Sin Sin some how used his mini mexican might(Seriously, he’s 4′11) to sweet talk the tittie poppin’ referee into making out with him, while he was still like washing dishes! Pimping!