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Last night I worked at Urge. Last night was Bears night. This made me very happy. How happy? how about...

...this happy.

And of course, them being tourists and all, we get to talking about holidays. The conversation went something like "Oh, you went to Alaska? There are many handsome men there. Did you meet a man called Erich?"
"Err, yes, as a mater of fact I did. Heh heh. He's hot."
"Oh yes, we talk sometimes on the net. He has a romance with a guy from New Zealand- do you know him?"
"Rather well, actually. I really must update my pictures on Big Muscle Bear."
"Oh! Its YOU!!"

And I'm working again tonight, its cowboy night at the bar, and I'm all set to go with my wranglers, boots, and bandanna. I also raided Dean's flat for various western-themed items that used to be mine (I got the cars and the stereo, he got the appliances and the kitsch collection). Urge is now resplendent in 'Bud' men, cowboy posters, a giant cowskin rug, and these longhorn beauties: