Manixview at the Abbey

Pepperdine junior Brad is working on a sociology paper in which he is forced to put himself in a situation outside of his comfort zone.

He decided he wanted to go to a gay bar.

In doing so he decided to bring along two of his Texan girl-friends (uh oh) and Matt. I excitedly tagged along as soon as I heard about the project. I knew it would be fun to walk around the Abbey with Matty in tow (hotness by association, baby!).

I don't know what they all were expecting. I think the guys were expecting to be molested by thong-clad gogo dancers or farted on by a drag queen. I mean, there ARE places like that...but the Abbey isn't one of them.

So right before we turned the corner onto Robertson, Brad stopped us and announced, "OK guys. So we're not going to tell them that we're straight. But we're not going to tell them we're gay either...because I'm definitely not..." (As if gay bars force you to announce your straightness at the door or wear sexuality name tags.) "We'll just say we're here.......to have conversations..."

(shaking my head) Silly Christians.

Well...it was uneventful. We all had a good time. They were amazed at how ridiculously nice the bar was and that there was no cover. Talked to some dude with metal spikes in his head. Bumped into a bunch of Matt's beautiful model friends. And in the end they decided it was a cool place they would definitely go to again with friends.

Hooray for open-mindedness.




They did, however, opt to pee in the stalls instead of the urinals.

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In other news, I finally took some pics of Meredith yesterday.