I swear I am not gay: part 3

While I was dating the girl that I mentioned before (see I swear I am not gay: part 2) we would go out occasionally with a bunch of other people from the vet school community; having some drinks, listening to live music, dancing drunkenly... People in the vet school community are notorious lushes for your information.

Once upon a time in East Lansing, we went to Rick's. This was a rocking, fire-hazard, Great White kinda death-trap; it being a bar, that is in a basement, with only one discernible exit, approximately 300 people inside, and lots of flammable liquids (alcohol and cheap cologne). But we threw our cares to the wind and ventured downstairs anyway.

Having a good time, we happened upon two guys; or rather they happened upon us. We were sitiing in a booth, when these two guys sat across from us. They began striking up a conversation with both of us, but mostly with me. Now we had had a smidge to drink, but these guys had had much, much more. They were so drunk that when they were "whispering" to each other, we could hear everything they were saying. They were commenting on me! How they liked me, and whether or not I would be interested in going home with them. I was with a girl! In a booth! On the same side!!! Then all subtely was put aside immediately afterwards when they bold-faced asked me if I would be interested in ging to their apartment. Nice guys that they were, they invited my "female friend" along as well. We politely steered the conversation away from that current topic, because not only was I not interested in a menage a trois with two guys, I was also not even piqued by a group orgy with my girlfriend and two guys. We got up to go elsewhere and thought we were safe.

At the very end of the night, when the bar was closing up, here come Goofus and Gallant again (three points to anyone who gets that reference). Now this was where my background in espionage was put to its test. Using silent hand gestures the Navy Seals would be proud of, I communicated my plan. My girlfriend and I both split up, went to the bathroom, and met outside.

However, if you are drunk and hungry and in East Lansing, and I guess you kind of have to like pizza, there is only one place to go. Giorgio's. Best damn late night pizza ever! And they have some major league fucked up recipes and toppings. Be sure to have the baked potato pizza, or the nacho supreme pizza. Would you care for a liberal squirt of sour cream on top of your pizza pie? You get the drift anyway. So my espionage failed when we decided to go to Giorgio's, because that's where EVERYBODY GOES! We bumped into Tennessee Tuxedo and Chumley there, and I had to dodge their advances again. I definitely DID NOT want a squirt of sour cream on my pizza pie. OK, that was uncalled for I think... but funny? No? OK, sorry.