Oh, Baltimore.

So tonight I went out with kloos411, Chachi, and a few other assorted (equally wonderful) people. We met up at Capitol City for some dinner and light drinks, then hit up Tir Na Nog (which is an Irish bar) for more drinks and bad music. It was pretty rawksome, and I had several rum & cokes -- my drink of choice, after teacohol (any sort of tea with liquor in it). It was great, although the music left something to be desired. Yikes.

Anyway, on the way back K., Chachi, and I were stopped by some guys. The conversation went (roughly) like this:

Mystery Dude (to me and K.): Hey, hey, ladies. Which one of you is with him?
Me, because I'm not bright enough not to talk to strangers: ...what?
Mystery Dude: Which one of you with him?
Me: Oh. He's a ho.
Mystery Dude: *pause* S'cool.

We started to walk away. Mystery Dude would have none of that, however.

Mystery Dude, completely undeterred: No, wait, wait. Y'see, it's my birthday. And I've never fucked a white girl before. And I think it would be great if --
Me: I'm a man.

While Mystery Dude was momentarily stunned, the three of us attempted to scuttle off. As we left, he gave Chachi a quick once-over.

Mystery Dude: ...you seriously a ho?

And then, thoroughly verbally violated and (in my case) terribly amused, we went quickly back to Chachi's car. On the way back to Hampden, he completely drove through the porn district and all was well. So yes. Fun times were had by all.

The night was topped by Hard Gay, the Elmo Song, and Wesley Willis. Also, freakout psycho kitten. And now? Bedtime. Perhaps.