I met a famous person...
Well...famous only to me and the other 10 people that watch our local evening news.
Jess and Co., Master Wog and myself went down to our local (gay) karaoke bar for some well-deserved beer and off key singing when all of the sudden, I was star struck. In walks Mr. Don Logana, a local news anchor (who is quite cute). I have seen him reporting a bajillion times and had NO doubt that this was really him.
Mind you, we had been there for a while. It WAS beer bust for fuck's sake.
Master Wog played pool
We took semi-random, semi-posed pictures.
I realized my tattoo matched the beer bust stamp.
By this point, I was totally drunk enough to waltz over to Mr. Reporter Man and introduce myself. He was very nice, still cute and gay, which just made it SO much more amazing. At least I think he was...but i never ASKED out right, so I'm not really sure if he was or not. But it was like midnight, and we were in a GAY bar. So, we'll just assume.
He politely agreed to take a picture with me. this is the first one we got.
And then he said "Wait, no, let's take another one." Um. OK. Sure.
Boob grab anyone? Priceless.
And then after giggling our asses off, he asked to take one of Jess and I. And as much as we wanted to refuse (yeah-the-fuck-right) we ended with this picture.
That is hotness at its finest right there. I love how you can see us about to burst out in laughter. Note his hand at the bottom middle of the picture.
And then there was a karaoke singing puppet...
Which I still cannot completely wrap my brain around.
Then Jess showed us how to properly air rock.
Last but not least, a couple of shout-outs. Courtest of Jess' body.
Punk Rock Dad.
And some of my chunky whiteness for Mitzy.
All in all, a lovely night to say the least.