Okay, so yesterday was Neel's birthday, and it truly was a fab night out for the four of us. We were loud and proud at dinner and she loved her gifts. It was only after dinner that things started taking a rather interesting turn.

We decided to pop to any club nearby and have some fun shaking our booty with the birthday girl. So, 10 minutes later we found ourselves at the entrance of Rock Bottom Cafe. No sooner had we entered the place, this incredible Hulk asked us all for ID. A bit pissing off, but fine we showed him our dodgy driving license photos and he was happy. Then came the fun part. He asked us if we were having dinner or drinks. Now having just inhaled a lasagne, I was in no mood for dinner. So drinks it was - at which point he dropped the bomb on Shebs and me that guys had to pay a 100 buck door charge. Now on any other occasion, I would have reasoned with this chap and explained that I'm a devout non-alcoholic. But unfortunately for me, I think this fellow had been plucked from some remote village and put here, because all I could hear from his mouth were a series of grunts rather than actual words. Annunciate jumped to my mind whenever he said something. Again, I would have reasoned with this chap, but I wasn't about to argue with someone who was 4 times my width. Paid the damn door charge and we got a Martini for Shebs and a Mango juice for me. So basically I paid 100 bucks for a glass of TetraPak mango juice. That is the most fucking expensive drink I have ever ordered in my life. So moving away from the bar area, we decided to sit and chat for a bit at one of the tables. Which is exactly when the waitress (who had a face and makeup only a transvestite could love) informed us that the tables were all reserved and was for dining only. I wanted to break the fucking chair over that whore's head! Couple this with the fact that there was no music, no cute guys, and no fucking bar stools, this place is a pile of shit. Promptly made an exit - stage left.

After our brief tour of that hell hole, Shebs drove us down near Hatta/Oman which was a nice long drive, and I would have enjoyed it more if I was not trying to keep my bladder from self destructing. Humiliation hit a new low when we pulled into a petrol station, and I headed to the restrooms only to find the gents toilet was under renovation. So yes, I went to the ladies room - I am now a 100% bonafide queer.

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