Disarming me...

   Hanging out with intoxicated people while you are sober can be a highly entertaining experience. I met some people after work last night, and by the time I got there many of them were quite inebriated. One of them humped my leg several times and licked my ear. Another apparently didn't know I was gay, found out, and then had some kind of panic thing and went around asking everyone if they knew I was gay. (Of course everyone looked at him and said "duh!")
   The most facinating point of the evening was a conversation I had with a friend (who was also well oiled) about politics. We started by talking about Bush vs. Kerry. Then we moved into the topic of gay marriage. He wanted to sort through the confusion on the issues. (which is easier said than done when one party is zonked) It's interesting to note that when people are plastered, it's not easy to use big words. He said at one point that before he met me, he had been homosexual. Yeah, I'm pretty sure he meant homophobic. He also wanted to know if he had ever offended me by asking, "Have I ever disarmed you?" No, I'm still packing...