Jess, you get a pass this time because I’m new to this, but did I really just start my day with an anedcote about a bunch of jocky homos fawning over your apparently gay brother?
I spent the night at a gay bar here in Columbus. There was a home game, which the Buckeyes had lost fairly badly, so about half the clientel were wearing their jerseys, drowning their sorrows.
I ignored most of this, because I was busy basking in my brother’s reflected glow (it seems he’s basically the most beloved man in all of Central Ohio). I spent the night partially making small talk, but mainly sitting quietly, observing the crowd. At one point, I got up to go to the bathroom (part of my basking involved drinking free G&T’s bought for me by my brother’s friends and admirers).
I’m going back to bed. Someone wake me when it’s all over.
