Last night I took my mom to see my friend Gina perform in a drag show. It’s at a divey bar that attracts a transsexual — not specifically gay — crowd. “Straight” men don’t go to this bar alone. Yet, when I walked in, I was POSITIVE I saw my friend’s husband. I was even more positive it was him once I saw him looking at me … and when I looked again, he had skedaddled out of there.

I was so freaked out, I texted Chris, and when Chris arrived he confirmed he had seen this douchebag at the bar before.

UGH. I didn’t go up to the guy and say, “Hey, Derrick, what are you doing here?” so I’m not 100% sure it was him … but I am 99% certain. Chris said he knew more but had to ask someone’s permission before he told me. I don’t care, I don’t want to know. Just seeing that asshole at that particular bar is enough for me. Things are going to be awkward with a capital A the next time I’m over, huh? Fucking douche.