Florida Holidays Day II

So, it could only happen to me and it could only happen in Florida. I have lunch yesterday at a Boston Market on COlonial on the way to try and visit old acquantainces. So I'm standing in line, when this whorish looking girl comes up to me. SHe clearly had to be a stripper or a prostitute with how she was dressed, but she asked if I knew anything about cars, which I don't. I told her as such and she got pouty saying that the last person she asked didn't know either. (Maybe she should stop asking gay guys about how to fix cars). So I asked what she was trying to do. She said she was just trying to check the water levels and the oil. So I said ok, I could probably do that. So, as we were walking out to her car, rather than me eating a quarter white with two sides, I figured I would be robbed, or this was the beginning of a porn scene.. (I hear the cheesy music made in the 70's). So i start looking under her hood..... her CARS' hood. And I look up and she has her shirt open and i see her in her bra. Clearly she picked the wrong guy for this type of hookup. So I told her what I think she needed to do and went back inside. I watched from outside and within 5 minutes she had another guy looking under her hood.

Then I spent most of the day hunting down people I haven't seen in years. I left a lot of notes and Christmas cards on doorsteps, but that was about it. THen last night, I went to Southern Nights, the traditional gay bar in Orlando with Rhiannon and Mike (who has put on a bit of weight). It always makes me feel good when that happens to skinnier people than I. But it was dead. I have no idea where everyone was. I expected that since it was a Friday night and a holiday weekend that place would have been hopping, but it was dead!!!!! Poor gay culture of Orlando. Ahh this must be one of the reasons I moved away.