Softball Sunday

Okay, so the title of today's post may be a bit misleading, because I don't actually play softball. But when there's a beer bust fundraiser in support of a gay softball team, I can totally participate!

Puppy's roommate is a member of a gay softball team that's sponsored by both a sex club and a gay bar, so we braved the beautiful San Francisco weather and went for the all-you-can-drink-beer option. The fundraiser had a great turnout, with many gays purchasing raffle tickets for prizes such as sex toys, porn, a photo book about classical rock guitarists and iTunes gift cards. Sadly, my $3 of raffle tickets failed to win me any prizes.

The bar was absolutely packed, with most folks squeezed in the back patio, trying to get some sun and fresh air. I got to catch up with EnviroBoy, who's also on the softball team, and managed to stay relatively well-behaved.

Puppy left to meet up with his friends who were visiting from Dallas, and I found GarGar, Lezzie N, Roommate J, Blanca and ChickenHawk at another hot, crowded bar. I guess the beautiful weather called everyone out of their hiding places! After a few more beers with them (Again, I'm totes proud for not getting blasted!), I met up with Puppy and his friends and we tormented Stefano DiMera by making him wear some spectacles that they'd purchased in Chinatown.