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May 21, 2007
Rimming Tims
I went to a country/western bar last night called Rimming Tims. The purpose was to visit Mr. Bartender, while he was working, and spend some time with his boyfriend. Such nice boys.
Mr. Bartender has a blog. He doesn't update it. Apparently he's busy and has a "life" and doesn't "have time" to write anything. I can totally relate.
He played this video last night. It's been out for awhile but I hadn't seen it. It's only about a minute and good for a giggle.
I've only been to Rimming Tims a few times. It's always fun to watch a bunch of cowboys slow dancing to a Martina McBride song. One time a cowboy caught me giggling at the side of the dancefloor and pulled me onto the floor. I grabbed hold of a pole, "Noooooooooo." My friends egged me on and told me to broaden my horizons. So I did. He was very gentle with me, even as I stepped all over his big snake-skinned boots. Plus, he was super cute. I would have slept with him if I were slutty. But I'm not. Or am I?
Anyway, I don't giggle anymore. Tee-hee.
Posted by durban bud at May 21, 2007 12:03 AM
Comments
Do they line-dance there at Rimming Tims the way we do at Cowpokes here in New Orleans?
Posted by: Glenn at May 21, 2007 04:31 AM
If you really want a good giggle, take a trip to the grocery store and pick up a couple of tins of rimming sugar from the mixers section.
They also make great icebreakers at parties.
Posted by: Teddy at May 21, 2007 08:43 AM
I don't giggle at the two-steppers-- or titter. Mostly it just sort of creeps me out, much like clowns do.
I know I should get over my hetero notions about couples dancing, but I just can't.
Posted by: cb at May 21, 2007 09:05 AM
Whenever I think of the DB, I titter a little. Sometimes a lot.
Posted by: copperred at May 21, 2007 10:06 AM
Nothing's better than two-stepping with a big, burly cowboy. Laugh if you want; I'm out there dancing with the cute boys!
Posted by: Raybob at May 21, 2007 01:27 PM
Oh, THAT place. Took me a few minutes before the light bulb went on.
Posted by: Mike at May 21, 2007 11:07 PM
I love Mr. Bartender. He's on my I'd.so.be.on.him.like.ketchup.on.a.wiener.but.he.has.a.boyfriend.besides.I.live.3000.miles.away list. Much as you are my little chickadee.
Posted by: Dan at May 22, 2007 07:03 AM
To me, line dancing doesn't look that much different than The Hustle. They just have bigger belt buckles and stomp their feet a lot.
Posted by: dumbek at May 22, 2007 07:22 AM
Ok beeyatch...leaving you a comment on the blog vice email (yes, I'm so backwards on this internet thang that 'da man' had to help me find your link for 'comments'.
Did you survive your scary train ride tonight?
Posted by: DCSirboyin1 at May 22, 2007 10:39 PM
oh my, tj, what that bus did to jesus was just w.r.o.n.g. goodness gracious, mary and joseph must just be beside theirselves ;o)
Posted by: t.todd at May 23, 2007 03:52 AM
Remmingtons is fun. Alot of the guys who go there are military. Its a better crowd than most. If I were in DC, I'd go there despite Jimbo's protestations of smelly bars now that there is no smoking. Is he ever happy?
Besides, where else can you see gay men dipping Skoal in a bar. Gives a whole new meaning to Skoal Ring.
Posted by: Chad at May 23, 2007 10:46 AM
Doesn't the blinding illumination in that place make people nervous? "Tim's" is lit up like a supermarket inside. I require "mood lighting."
Posted by: Aaron at May 23, 2007 04:44 PM