The straight boy wager
Saturday night, Diversity Weekend in Eureka. There are so many things to do, and so little time. Fred and I are lounging at the New Delhi, listening to live music and eating sandwiches. We're having a two-person committee meeting to decide where to go and what to do. It's dark, the evening is speeding along way too fast. Fred's never been to the Tiki, and wants to check it out. The Tiki it is!
Meeting adjourned.
After eating we wander up the hill toward the Tiki. Fred has to pull me up the steps outside. Too many cigarettes and middle age have taken a toll. The place is crowded, but not uncomfortably so. We grab a drink and head for the back where some folks we know are holding court at a large round table below the d.j. booth.

