Tis the season...

...to get sloppy drunk! Not me, but others certainly did. Saturday night we went to a Christmas party in St. Pete hosted by our good friend Tom. We got there at 8:30pm expecting we'd be early, but there were already 50-or-so people there. Tom has an awesome old-Florida house with a huge back yard. There were four fire pits with chairs around each, a fully stocked bar, at least three coolers full of beer, and food and snacks galore. I brought my 6-pack of non-alcoholic beer, Chris had a bottle of wine, and we mingled. We met a really nice (and cute) guy named Randy, who incidentally also doesn't drink. We hung out with him the entire evening and got to know him. We exchanged contact info and hope to see him again sometime. This party was one of the most inclusive parties I've ever been to. While the majority of guests were gay males, there were also lesbians, straight people, whites, blacks, hispanics, older people, younger people, and transsexuals. It was really cool to see such a variety of backgrounds. As the evening progressed, a few people started getting more than a little tipsy. I rarely have stayed at an event long enough to witness the increasing effects of alcohol. I usually get bored or tired and leave, but we enjoyed talking with Randy, and we had plenty of entertainment to keep us awake. There was a cute young male couple who got very drunk and invited us to their party next weekend. There was a self-proclaimed metrosexual guy who mixed shots for a group of people and they all got progressively hammered. Someone tried to give him a sample of gay lovin', but he wasn't drunk enough yet, so that didn't happen, but he kept lifting his shirt and playing with his belt buckle, so there was something going on there. It was chilly out, so Chris, Randy, Tom and I got involved in a four-way hug-fest. (To keep warm! Get your minds out of the gutter!) After some drama between the host and an ex-boyfriend of his (The ex-boyfriend would easily qualify as one of Sorted's trainwrecks. That girl is a mess!), one of the guests passed out in a patio chair and got carried inside and put to bed. We reluctantly decided it was time to go at about 3:30am. The next day we heard the dude who passed out later re-joined the party wearing only his underwear, which he later lost, so I guess we left too early.