As attentive content vultures might have predicted, Bitscape went to the club again for more music, adventures, beautiful people, mayhem, and insanity. Well, maybe not mayhem. But the insanity index was definitely above average this evening.

The music was awesome. The rock and roll was perfect. The dance was a jam. The crowd got down like a magic kiss.

No, I would never imitate the lyrical genius of Wesley Willis. Not me.

But the DJ did whoop the horse's ass.

I haven't even gotten to the insanity yet, have I?

And no, I'm not referring to the little attempt at a flirt session I had with the bra-n-skirt girl. She was kinda hot. (I refer to it as an "attempt" because it was exactly that, and a rather awkwardly sloppy one at that. But in my book, an attempt is infinitely better than nothing.)

Strangely enough, this time, the greater insanity took place after the music stopped and the club closed.

As I was leaving, outside the club, I again saw a guy whose acquaintace I had made earlier in the evening while we sat and sipped drinks. It turned out he had missed his last bus home, and when he found out that I also lived in Westminster, he wondered if he and his friend could bum a ride from me since his place would be right on the way.

Hmmm... An unusual turn of events. I don't normally give rides random strangers near downtown Denver who happen to have wandered into the same club as I did. Then again, I don't normally get asked for rides by random strangers at the club either. He seemed like a nice enough fellow, so I agreed.

We then met up with his friend, who, it turned out, needed to get back to his own place so he could get to work in the morning. His friend lived a little south. Not quite on the way. He said Mississipi Avenue, which, not being terribly familiar with the street layout of this part of Denver, I wasn't certain exactly where it was. But I thought what the hell. Why not give this guy a ride home? I was down for a little side adventure.

So halfway to the car, these guys tell me they're both bisexual. Hmmmmmmm...

I thought back to the conversation we had had earlier in the evening about what the good clubs in Denver are. When he asked whether I liked gay, straight, or bisexual bars, I responed by saying "straight and sometimes bisexual". When I said this, I was thinking more about how bisexual girls are often such a turn-on, and not so much about getting it on with the guys. (I don't mind being around gay guys, I'm just not into them sexually. Well, to be honest, 98% of the time I'm not.)

The thought just occured that maybe I should post this entire rambling as a troll on slashdot. I'm sure that crowd would love it, especially with a few embellishments added. lol.

Well, the guy I initially met was cool. His friend was... how can I put this nicely? Just a little bit horny. At one point, he started to make a grab for my genital area, which I quickly pushed away.

"No, I don't want to suck your dick. No, I don't want you to suck mine. Thank you."

I contemplated withdrawing the offer for the ride, but when I made it clear that I was not interested in his sexual advances, he backed off and apologized. Ok. No harm, no foul. No offense taken.

(I could theorize that at this point, some readers might be bewildered that I wouldn't have ditched these people right there on the spot. The thought did occur, but... I suppose it has something to do with my idea of an ideal society. In my theoretical "perfect world", it would be perfectly acceptible for anybody to walk up to anybody else and say honestly, "I'd really like to push you up against a wall and fuck you till you bleed." It would perfectly acceptable to express such a sentiment, as long as one doesn't act on it without consent from the other party. Or, to quote one famous pop star, "Express yourself, don't repress yourself.")

So anyway, driving the streets of Denver at 2am with 2 bisexual dudes riding along. This had not been in the original plan. After going the wrong way a couple of times ways and making U-turns, we located the friend's house, and dropped him off.

Riding back in the car, the one guy apologized for his friend's behavior. Well, he had obviously been very horny. lol. Truthfully, I was glad when we dropped him off. His constant attempts to steer the conversation to the subject of dicks, was... well... occassionally amusing, but ultimately tiresome. (At least all 3 of us managed to agree on one thing: Circumcision is a Bad Thing.)

Driving back to the north, while trying to get on I-25, another "interesting event" occurred.

But first a warning to all: That new 102.1X is a dangerous station. It so addictive that I haven't switched Tobias's tuner to anything else since finding it. (Do they ever play commercials? Not when I've listened.) It's like having concentrated caffeine pills injected into your radio. Continuously. I've decided I love that station, but I it definitely makes me hyper when I drive.

So anyway, I was driving probably a bit faster than I should be, and my riding companion points out, "There, there's the exit! That's where you need to get on."

So I press on the brakes (definitely driving too fast), and attempt to changes lanes. A light clunk from the rear right, and Tobias starts to go into a spin. There was a car there. Driving in my blind spot. When I hit the brakes, and abruptly attempted to change lanes, I hit him just hard enough to cause the car to go out of control. Doh!

We came to a stop with Tobias rotated over 180 degrees, conclusively stopping hitting the guard rail.

Fortunately, nobody was hurt at all, and the only damage to both vehicles were a couple of minor cosmetic scrapes. At this point, I realized that the guy I giving the ride to was also quite the diplomat. He majorly chatted with the other driver (who turned out to be pretty nice), and suggested we just exchange insurance and phone numbers. Though technically, you're supposed to, he thought we shouldn't wait for cops to show up. A wise plan, and both parties were agreeable.

(For the record, I'm sure I would have had no problem with being under the blood alcohol content limit. I had had 1 cup of beer 4 hours earlier, so I considered myself to be approaching the asymptote of fully sober. But still.. who wants to involve cops?)

We traded insurance, license, and phone information, and continued on our ways. Further examination of Tobias back at home revealed that there wasn't even a visible scratch where the vehicles had made contact, although a bit of paint was scraped off where I hit the guard rail. I'm thinking I'll just offer to cut the guy a check for the repair expense of his vehicle (if any), and leave the insurance out of it if possible. Probably cheaper in the long run if he is agreeable.

So anyway, we had a moderately interesting conversation during the remainder of the trip, though my nerves were certainly frazzled. I give this new acquaintance my contact info, so we might hang out and party again sometime. I think I made a new friend.

It's a bizarre life.

But now, sleep is required. Let the content vultures feast.