Dirty Found

The night I attended the Found party, Jason ended up adding my name to the Found Dirty Picture Club: an email list that sent out the occasional found dirty picture.

Over the years, it turns out that a certain number of the submissions to Found have been a bit “risque” in nature. And so the solution to this? Publish another book.

Tonight was a party for Dirty Found, which I didn’t hear about until a few days ago. I ended up hoofing over on my own and hung out very very briefly there. I got my copy of the issue, filled out a sex survey, and ended up chatting with Jason for a little bit.

The interior was a very cool setup. I really wish I had a camera, as I would have totally grabbed a bunch of pics of the place (think chairs set up theater style, raunchy photos being projected in slideshow format).

In talking with Jason, I realized I didn’t have his number… so we traded info. Hopefully, we’ll be able to hang out as the days get closer to the holidays. I’ve only seen him on various social occasions, but I’d love to chat with him more and hear about what he’s up to.

As I was leaving, someone walked by and handed Jason an open bottle of Maker’s Mark. The two of us looked at one another, and kept on talking. He ended up taking a pull off the bottle and I did the same. On saying my goodbyes, we shook hands and I took another pull.

Any party where people are passing around open bottles has to be a good one. I can only imagine how the night must have progressed.

Outside, I was on a nearby corner looking for a cab. I’m not there 5 minutes when Justin pulls up with Howard (he’s got Stu’s car, while he and Juliet are out of town).

Justin and I yelled back and forth a bit, but then the light changed. I yelled that I would wait for the two of them, and they drove off. I waited around for a good 15 minutes, but didn’t end up seeing them the rest of the night. I was going to see if he had the info for Chelsea’s party and whatnot.

I’m guessing the two of them parked and went inside the Found party. I waited around, but didn’t see the two of them anywhere. And then, after another 15 minute of trying to hail a cab, I finally made my way over to Western and Milwaukee, to hang out with the Chelster.