I, again, drank whatever was in reach, started mouthing off to another guy who was trying to flirt with my date, and called things off pretty quickly. There was some random drag performer (Cindy something? I don’t remember her name: It could have been Cindy Lou Who of Dr.
I was not pleased during round two at Venture and openly vocalized that this wasn’t the place to get to know me. Then there was the one I really liked who wanted to go to Knock for date one and Venture for date two. Suddenly the bartender started yelling (I mean, straight-up shrieking) because he caught a patron doing drugs in the bathroom. I should have just left, but I stayed, drank just about whatever I could get my freaking hands on, and listened to his tipsy stories. He arrived with a group of his friends, already lit (didn’t know this was turning into an episode of The Bachelor).
I should have learned the first time: My date was 30 minutes late to Venture Inn.
