Stupid iPod tricks

Last weekend MWK and I joined some friends for a trip out to The Bars. (Straight people have bars; they go to them and have drinks. Gay people have The Bars, generally the local set of not-that-great drinking establishments that play horrible music and we go to them anyway. There’s a whole discussion topic there.) It was LUEY weekend, we hadn’t been out watching our fellow gay men on the prowl in ages, so off we went. 

We apparently were all off schedule because we arrived at the Ripcord and it was, shall we say, not hopping. Oh well, we bring our own fun; we played pool, hung out a bit, went out onto the very chilly deck – rumored to be HOTT with SEXY ACTION on LUEY weekend, but mostly filled with people finding corners out of the wind to smoke – and we went into what I think of as the Lobby Gift Shop. Which is actually a little outpost of a leather store where you can buy all kinds of dead cow merchandise, lube, and sex toys. 

Including this:

Yes, it’s the OhMiBod, “a whole new way to plug and play,” according to the ad copy. 

My first thoughts:

• This is the funniest goddamn thing I’ve seen in ages. 
  
• If you have a Nano, you’d have to make sure it doesn’t get stuck somewhere you can’t pull it back out. 
  
• I just know some idiot will use this while driving. 

Followed by:

• Strangely, I’ve never seen this at the Apple Store. 
  
• Remember that good hygiene demands that you not share your OhMiBod without cleaning it first. (And you thought using someone else’s earbuds was potentially gross?)
  
• Just imagine the strange kinks that this could uncover: “Oh, you like to use yours with Madonna? I like to use it with… audiobooks.” 

I wonder how many they sell. 

Our trip to The Bars ended early; I think it was before 10 when we left. As we walked back to the Bunny (I got princess parking, which should have been a sure sign that it wouldn’t be that busy there) we passed the chartered bus shuttling people between the Montrose bar hub and the geographically challenged Brazos River Bottom bar. (Maybe that’s where everybody was.) 

And I suppose this might have made me feel dull and tired – we went out for a wild night on the town and I was home with my dog before 11! – but you know what? It didn’t. I have nothing to prove, why shouldn’t I do exactly what I want to do? 

I should be ready another wild night at The Bars (as opposed to “going out for a drink,” which is enjoyable and fun on a more regular basis) by 2010 or so.