I went out with two girlfriends Friday night. They are obsessed with this one bar in town, this chic gay cocktail bar that has lots of wines and sofas and low lighting. I think every time I’ve been out with them, and I’ve known them for like a month now, we go there. I mean, I love the place too, but I can’t go to the same bar all the time. I like variety. I like to ride to school a different way each day, you know?

So on Friday night I demanded that they show me some other places, it being their duty as I am new to town and all. We went to a super awesome little corner bar that had good bar food and a Dixieland jazz band that plays every weekend. They wore the little striped waistcoats and everything. It was so much fun. Then we went to a bar in the City Market area, and we were sitting on some stools, having our drinks and looking around, when there came a tap at the window next to us. When I turned my head, there were two (drunk) guys standing on the sidewalk just outside.

One of them grinned at us and then super-slowly, like time was suddenly slow-mo, pulled down his pants (and underwear if he was wearing them. Oh god) ALL THE WAY DOWN and showed us his Special Purpose.

!!!!!!

We all shrieked and turned away and stared at each other open-mouthed. I turned back to him and he was already (drunkenly) running down the street. His friend was just laughing and shaking his head, and making a half-hearted attempt to catch up with him.

Savannah = CRAZY

I don’t think my friends will agree to go to another bar ever again. Dammit.