On Sunday, Dean came over to hangout on his way back home to Maine. We went into Boston for a late dinner at Beehive (which was delicious, but pricey especially for sandwiches…the fries were so good though).  After dinner we went over to The Eagle for some drinks where we met Greg. There was a drunk youngish guy (maybe mid 20s) and I say youngish cause most of the other people there were older than me, so you know real old telling us, while tapping the stools beside him, “These seats are empty.” Yeah, I wanted to say, for a reason. We sat at the end of the bar. 

After leaving The Eagle, Dean & I weren’t quite ready to go home so I gave him two options.  We can go to another gay bar quite similar to the one almost exactly like we were just at or go to one similar but with male dancers.  Dean, not surprisingly, chose the latter.  I mean wouldn’t you?  We got there and it was also sorta dead, but again it’s Sunday night.  We got a drink and sat at a table.  There were two dancers rotating through the entire time we were there.  Dean became smitten with one of the dancers and I became glued to the TV (surprise!). OK well, there was porn on one TV and Futurama on another; I couldn’t help myself. 

I thought about one of my goals this year of going to a gay bar alone and saw a few people sitting there alone and questioned myself for having this goal.  Really what kind of goal is this?  Is there a real reason I want to do this beside seeing if I can?  I don’t know.  I don’t need to go to find a guy since I have a boyfriend, but I feel like it’s something I should be able to do. 

The next morning Dean & I went into Salem to get some breakfast before he went back to Maine.  It’s not a difficult decision for me to choose when Eggs Benedict is on the menu.  At one point we could smell something burning from the kitchen and I guess from the smell that it was my english muffin or his toast.  It ended up being my english muffins.