![]() Douglas and I before we go out on the town to get horribly inebriated. We're only mildly inebriated at this point. I am attempting to envelop my chin with my neck and Douglas is irritatingly, forcefully reminding us that he used to model. |
![]() This is our table at Helen's, the really creepy gay bar we went to. I wish the wall behind Douglas & Ryan had turned out - it was covered with badly done paintings of famous drag queens. Ryan is looking deceptively sweet and Douglas sort of normal, for once. |
![]() Ryan insists that we had more than one round of vodka martinis, but one is sure all I remember. Note the bulky sweatshirt, which led to me being hit on by a bald gay man. |
![]() Ahem. Note that the sweatshirt has come off at this point. Note as well (I'm not sure how you could miss them) the incredibly red cheeks. This is why I don't wear makeup - I know it'll end up being totally redundant at some point in time. I don't specifically remember Douglas shoving money down the stripper's thong, but this picture is sort of alarming. |