So last night I had this great idea. Me and Rebecca would buy those cans of alcoholic energy drink in the IGA, that were on special for $5 for 4.
We would then drink them, and go to the local queer night club, and do Karaoke.

It was a GREAT idea. Except that four cans of energy drink drunk in 45 minutes does things to you. It really does. Especially when each can is the equivalent of 1.9 standard drinks.

So anyway, I thoroughly embarrassed myself, and almost got kicked out by Morris… owner of said night club. I didn’t do anything aggressive, I just did a lot of passing out.

One moment in the evening does stand out as a glowing testament to my gender ambiguity though. I was sitting talking to a gay boy, and I for some reason felt the need to explain that I wasn’t hitting on him.
He said “Oh I know that your a carpet muncher.”
I was like “What the FUCK is a CARPET MUNCHER?”
He laughs “A lesbian!”
I was mortified by this and exclaimed “WHAT? NO I AM NOT!” and Bec was like “Uh, yeah, Ryan’s a guy.”
So this guy goes “What?” and pats my chest and goes “Oh my god, you are! I’m so embarrassed… you have such a femme face!”

So, long story short. I love my binder.