The SOB

Today was my last full day in Angeles as I had a flight back tomorrow morning. After arranging for a car with the hotel, I bummed around for most of the morning.

In the afternoon, Porker texted and we decided to go on barhop. Porker had finally gone to the doctor to get his foot checked and had been diagnosed with tendinitis. There was nothing the doctor could do to ease his pain except prescribe some painkillers. That, mixed with a few drinks, made his pain bearable. So we headed out.

Our first stop was Gecko’s. I, for one had a fantastic time! I’m not sure what was the highlight, Porker trying to get girls to suck his dick in exchange for a ladies drink or the mamasan bending Porker over and humping him hard doggy style. I will have to say that of all the bars I went into on the trip, Gecko’s was consistently the best.

We decided to go to SOB which was being held at Tender Touch. Before going to TT to get a seat we stopped for a look in Lollipop, Voodoo and Welcome Inn. Eventually we went to TT and got seats for the SOB.

The SOB is an okay time. The SOB (Sons of Bacchus) is a weekly event that is held at rotating bars. After paying the entry fee, you get all you can drink for two hours, a decent meal and a little “show.” The food was good and the show was a bit lame, but interesting. It was an OK time which I might do again but I won’t put the SOB at the top of my to-do list while in Angeles.

After the SOB, we went to Paradise for a drink. I had a fairly cute door girl sitting on my lap grabbing Mini-Me with an intensity that made me think she might be a good time in the room. I did see another girl on stage that I REALLY liked, but found it difficult to toss the door girl aside so blatantly.

While we were sitting at the bar, Porker told me that there was a lady boy sitting at the back of the bar who had been waving at me when I entered. I thought he was just shitting me, but as I looked around – sure enough – there was the ladyboy surrounded by bargirls waving hard to get my attention. Needless to say, I ignored this beast. However on our way, I happened to glance that way again and ladyboy again started waving like crazy. I guess it’s good to know that I have fans in case I ever decide to cross over to the other team.

Eventually, Porker and I decided to go to the SOB aftermath at Treasure Island. The aftermath was a good time. Bud and his girls showed up and Porker’s girlfriend joined us. Pete, the manager at TI, seems to be a nice guy and the drawing for prizes during the aftermath was an interesting time.

We decided to leave TI and head back to Byrd Cage. I was unsure if I wanted to go back there as this was my last night and, if I went there, I’d probably end up barfining BCG again. I was interested in the girl I’d seen on-stage at Paradise, but the possibility of running into the waving ladyboy led me to decide to head with the group to the Cage.

In Byrd Cage, things went as I predicted. I barfined a very hung-over BCG (apparently the Rage in the Cage the night before had been very successful) and we headed back to the room.

In the room, it was boom-boom, packing and then more boom-boom. Unfortunately, she let me know right away that her ass was NOT going to be on the menu that night. BCG acted very upset at my depending departure, but it was obviously an act, as she is a seasoned AC pro.

Morning came all too soon and I left for the airport to begin my reverse odyssey back to Mexico.

Photo: A Pouting BCG 01