just a random, funny, slightly damp story

I don't know why I haven't blogged about this already – probably because it happened during my blogging drought – but I thought it was pretty rad.

I was at JR's about two or three weeks ago hanging with my bud P. This kid is brilliant – I'm crazy about him. He's just so good-natured and complimentary and low-maintenance and drama-free. Anyway, we were having a gay old time sitting on a couple stools at the corner of the bar closest to the door.
So while we're talking this WASTED guy somewhere in his late 40's walks up behind P. And he leans in really close. Like, his face is about two inches from the back of P.'s head. I know it sounds strange, but we weren't particularly concerned about it. I mean, if you've ever been in a gay bar I'm sure you've seen far stranger things than that. But then the guy started mumbling shit in a really low voice. And after about the third or fourth thing he mumbled, P. kind of turned his head to the side to see what the guy wanted. At that point the guy wandered off and we went on with our conversation.

Then about two minutes later a guy who used to live in my last apartment building came up to us with a disgusted look on his face. He was like, "Hey guys – you might want to move. That guy just peed all over the place." We look down and there's a LAKE of urine around our stools. We freaked out and had to take a mini-jump from our stools to avoid the pee. Turns out the guy had walked up behind P., whipped out his cock, taken a huge leak, and then just drunkenly stumbled away.
Apparently, he did get escorted out soon after. I didn't see that happen.
And fortunately since we were up on stools no pee got on P.

But…isn't that crazy? Water sports in a crowded bar? Now that's a first for me.