The Head

After cooking night on Wednesday, I went to G&S for a drink with a couple of people. (We were so full, I'm not sure why we thought beer was a good idea) G & S, for those who've never been there, is a South Austin dive bar. Apparently it stands for "Good & Smoky", but that's unconfirmed. Well the thick smoky haze is perfectly obvious, its the name that isn't.

A random guy, a gymnastics coach, chats us up, probably because he spies the tall girl giving me what looks like a professional-type massage in my chair after a complaint about a sore neck (massage therapist friends are awesome). We get free beer.

After which I leave. I walk out the back into the parking lot, past a parked car that is running with no lights on. I glance at it as I pass and I see a penis and a head.

There is some guy getting head in a car parked 10 feet from the entrance of the bar!

I laugh loudly and head to my car where I immediately call Dan in the bar to share my discovery with him. I feel like I've witnessed a good amount of sexual acts in random places -- dorm rooms I was not-quite-asleep-in in college, Ecstasy induced sex on a dance floor of a cheesy club, boys feeling up girls on the bus in middle school -- but for some reason, the BJ in a parking lot felt most out of place. I wish I had a score card or had knocked loudly on the window or something. It seemed like it needed recognition.