Or whores in my head, or whores in my bed

Over the weekend, Boyfriend and I went to the arcade, where we drank and then played every single game that involved guns and shooting things.

It reminded me of the last time I played a game in a drinking establishment. We played shuffleboard at a dyke bar, and when I remarked that the bathroom was probably male-female in order to help eliminate issues in deciding what one was, we were forced to leave.

Yep, despite my still-sore shooting arm, I think the arcade is a better place to hang out.