A few of Puppy's friends came over for cocktails on Friday night before some of us headed off to Cambridge for an event called Mr. Goodbar. It promised to be a hipstery-type fun time at a theater usually reserved for less gaylicious purposes.
It was a fun cross-section of Boston area homos and I had a good time, from what little I remember, anyway. We met a fellow who told me I look like a friend of his from San Francisco. A friend I know and don't believe I resemble.
All in all it was a fun night, but I just don't seem to have it in me to do these big nights out, as evidenced by yesterday's non-productive hangover.