Bars, Clubs & Gays

Well, I just wanted to throw down another post before I left for the rest of week. I'm heading to Romsey, a place in the English countryside. I'm not looking forward to this because I love London and there's plenty to do here, why would I go to the country? What makes this even worse is that we will be traveling with our two dogs. This requires taking them on the tube & then the train, so this should be pretty interesting. Either they will need to be sedated, or I will. I'm going with my mom to meet up with one of her friends. Since I'm on such a role for posting, I'll hit y'all with an old school one from back a few weeks ago when my crew came to visit. (haha, my crew, shit I'm cooliolio).

Ok, so things I've learned about British men and European men in general: they are ready to hook up. I don't know if it's because we are American and they think we are on vacation and therefore, anything goes or just because they are more up front with their sexuality then their American counterpart. Either way, it's awesome for me!

One bar has really been a gold mine for me is a special little place called O'Neills. I've mentioned this place before, but just in case you just started reading this blog (haha, I know, as well as you do, that no one new has started to read, but for my ego let's keep on pretending) When I say this bar is a  little place, I mean a four story pub-like bar. I've been there 3 times and each time I've succesfully made out with a dude. First time, a Polack and/or Russian, I can't say for sure. Second time (my greatest conquest as of yet) was a English dude from Birmingham. He was an American history teacher and absolutely precious. With British people being so up-to-date on world affairs and other shit like that, and with this dude being a teacher of American history, he honestly knew more about my country than I did....a bit embarrassing, but after a few pints, I sure didn't care. The third time at O'Neills included an Irish guy in the British Army. His name was Patrick and his friends called him Paddy. An Irishman named Paddy, trust me, I did NOT let him live this one down. I don't think they thought it was that funny, but I sure as shit got a kick out of it!

Ok, well the "Birmingham trip" to O'Neills was filled with my ladies & gent: C, R & D. Two of these peeps also had a nice little make out sesh. I will not reveal who it was to protect their safety and reputation because I honestly think that they were minors and I'm not quite clear on the British laws of statutory rape, but let's just say it was good that only making out occurred because I honestly don't have that type of money to be bailing people out of the clink. But to say the least, the evening was amazing. It was spent on the patio deck upstairs (aka smokers area) and the music hall where it was forgivenly dark and played live music. Perfect place to make out. I actually think they seriously designed it just for that! There were plenty of dark corners....I mean, it's great!

During my friends trip here, we went to another bar called G-A-Y.

I'm not sure if you picked up what type of bar it was by the name, but yes, it was a gay bar located in Soho. At first we couldn't get in because it was members only. This "members only" business sadly happens a lot in London and I'm really not sure why. Maybe to keep the crazies out, maybe just to seem more exclusive, but I have never, in my 24 years of living, seen a members only gay bar, well at least not in America. We decided to pass on the lame members only gay bar and find another gay bar until D found an extremely gay boy walking back towards this bar. D worked his magic with the boy and got us into G-A-Y! We danced our hearts out to random songs that have never made it Stateside aa well as many good ol' American classics. Someone out of the group picked up a straight British Army guy. Apparently they were all out partying before being shipped off the Afghan, as they called it. The gay bar was hot, sweaty and had dudes giving handjobs in the booths, so pretty much everything you could ask for out of a gay bar. The only thing that made me seriously sad was the disgusting restrooms. They were co-ed, which is fine because it's all gay dudes anyways, but the stench was horrible. I also did not wash my hands because they would have been cleaner if I had pissed all over my hands rather then wash them at the sink....uhh....not cool. I mean, I thought gay men were known for their cleanliness. I was disapointed that it was so unclean as well as the gays not living up to their stereotype. If gay men start to not live up to their stereotypes, what will we do with the minorities and the Muslims? It will flip my world on it's head and I will flip the fuck out....I really can't deal with this right now.

Well, I'm off to the country and you won't hear from me for a couple days, not that that is a big surprise, as we all know, I'm not really into "regular" posting. So fuck off! 

Hugs and kisses for all!