You know, I talk about what goes on in my life every day and for the most part, it's solid gold. But occasionally, I hear a story that is SO good, that doesn't involve me, I feel like I wouldn't be doing my job as a blogger if I kept a lid on it. I'm talking to my friend Tom yesterday and...let me get Tom to tell you the story. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...

Tom

Tom: "Hello bobborden.com readers...hold on, Bob...why the hell isn't the siren up, this is a WORLD exclusive!"






"OK, that's better...Tuesday night after work, I went downtown to meet a gal for a drink. We're sitting at a little table when suddenly a guy came over, sat down and said, 'I have to talk with you.' Uh, okay. He tells us he's going to a gay club and he would like us to come. We politely decline, but he keeps saying we have to go with him to the gay club. He explains that he's not gay and begins repeatedly asking whether or not I am gay. (Again, I'm there with a woman.) I tell him I'm not, but he doesn't seem to buy it. The woman I was with then informs the guy that we're actually on a date. This really seems to surprise him. Undeterred, he again tries to convince us to join him at the gay club (while maintaining he's not gay). He's bouncing around in his seat and casually mentions he's just done a lot of cocaine (!). He then proceeds to take out some more cocaine and snorts it right there in the bar (!!). My friend excuses herself to go to the ladies' room at which point the cokehead again asks if I'm gay. I tell him once again that I'm straight. He lets this sink in, shakes his head and says, 'I really thought you were gay.'"

Wow, thanks Tom -- very funny! Only in New York...can I get a witness?

That's it! Have a great day.

Tune in tomorrow for a GREAT addition to Monday's Atlantic City story.

Best,

Bob