So after having a fantastic Fathers' Day brunch with L and my son, D, I did make time to call my brother-in-law in Texas and with him a Happy Fathers' Day. This Man figured that even though I refuse to make contact with the man whom the State of Texas has documented as the father of This Man, I would definitely call the man partly responsible for instilling great values, morals and beliefs into me. Our conversation ended up lasting over 2 hours! But even for us, that's a record! I did alert my "father" and my oldest sister that I would be in Texas next month and after I'd gotten off the phone with them, I was actually looking forward to the trip to visit them. Now, I know I've said repeatedly that the only time I would ever step foot back into the Lone Star State would be in a casket, but whenever This Man thinks about it, it is time for me to make the voyage back to the place that I refuse to return to. That said, I got off the phone with my sister and her husband and proceeded to The Hole, where This Man was to hang out with two online chat buddies for afternoon drinks. I'd never there, but I have to admit, This Man was looking forward to seeing what all the hype about Sunday afternoons in the spot was all about.
And that's when it happened...
This Man walked down the stairs into a crowded patio full of men! I couldn't see my buddies, but walking around finding them would be just as cool.
And that's when it happened. This Man, dressed head to toe in Abercrombie & Fitch, sauntered smack dead into the cave! At one point I was surrounded by nothing but bear-type men! These were men who, I'm sure had I knocked one of their pitchers of beer over wouldn't have a problem bashing my skull in. It was remnant of that dream that you have when you wake up and find yourself in the middle of the prison cafeteria at high noon wearing nothing but Daisy Dukes, a wife beater and a come-hither smile! But surprisingly, these men were some of the nicest I'd ever met. Most were polite and friendly. I didn't have to push them out of the way to get through the crowd and it was then that I realized that Bears were basically jocks--with fur and without the attitude.
Eventually, after meeting some nice men and running into fellow blogger and chat buddy, PacificBeachRay, I did settle in and have a great time. The bar was still packed and the men were awesome. Needless to say, I'll be back again.

Mahalo