My sister just informed me that I’m a two beer queer. She said it, right there on the telephone. “You’re a two beer queer.” She’s probably right, being the book smart one in the family, but still, a “two beer queer”?
After work tonight Earl and I went to “Saranac Thursdays”, the weekly happy hour gathering in the parking lot at the local brewery. There’s usually a couple of thousand people there. Tonight’s entertainment was the retro band “Square Pegs”. They tried, but um, no. Sigalert: throwing a outlandishly dressed female to the front of the stage to sing Dead Or Alive’s “You Spin Me ‘Round (Like A Record)” is completely unacceptable. I mean, that’s just friggin’ faking it. What’s next, the blasphemous move of going from Pete Burn’s “You Spin Me ‘Round” to arch-rival Boy George’s “Miss Me Blind”? Um, no. The gays do not approve. Stick to the Belinda Carlisle, babe.
Nevertheless, the “Utica Club Lite” was as tasty as always, the eye candy was much appreciated and hanging out with our work buddies was a good time. I had two beers, I pretty much got drunk and Earl ended up driving us home, with a quick detour to a restaurant to get some supper in our stomachs. It didn’t help the drunk condition as I’m still feeling like a “two beer queer”.
