One gay night in Man city

Vicky's friend was having a birthday. I was invited. Awesome. So we grabbed some wine and headed off for a party. A gay party.

We arrived to a room full of young gay men. Nothing against them; in fact the more gay guys in the world, the more girls left for me, but I still felt a little out of place when numbers were this askew. So i remained happily in the kitchen where 3 girls were hanging out and Vicky was there to 'protect' me. Some interesting things happened though.

I wandered upstairs at one stage to put my jacket away. Walked into the room and found to my surprise, a guy and a girl with a pile of white powder on plate seated between them. "whaaaa!?" I thought I was looking at cocaine to be honest. Turned out it was MDMA, the raw ingredient of ecstasy. They were wrapping small portions in zig zag cigarette paper to create 'pills' of the stuff. They offered me a try but for now I was ok just watching. 

I'd always thought the stuff would make you go crazy with dance. In reality they just looked wasted and I can't say it looked all that great. Night ended fairly soon after that as I was a little over all the gayness and wasn't drunk or really feeling the dance. But it was my first gay party and club (called Homo electric) and so I am glad I was invited. Leaving the club to groups of girls making out you'd think life was great only if you looked left the groups of guys were at it too...