Fusome, Not Fulsome, Folsom

I had a great time yesterday. It was a hard day of drinking, but hey, someone has to do it. Ok, no one has to do it, but I did it. It started with Bloody Marys at the Pilsner at noon and ended up with Red Bulls and Voddy at Real Bad. And I'm not at all hung over, though I am a bit sunburnt.

I met James, at long last, if only briefly. We'll have to do something about that. Later, there was Jason, who is one damn fine-looking man. That one could get a lot of people in trouble with that smile of his alone. Oh, and I ended the day making out on the dancefloor with a guy named Frank.

My only regret is not having assisted Mike in his Folsom costume on Saturday. I need to be more of a giver.