Here we are stuck under the boardwalk.
We came to an oddly familiar-looking place. I used my Zoom key to peek inside the building.
/
Sure enough, it was the
gay estate down the road.
I hadn't been 'banned' from the estate yet, but I wanted to be, especially since I kept running into it. A ban would keep me off the property for good.
"Uh oh," I said to Yet after I looked at its official description. "It says 'GAY MEN ONLY/NO LADIES HERE.' We've got to get you moving."
Try as I might, I couldn't find a way out. We kept going in circles. "Christ," I said. "I think we're stuck in a gay paradise."
"Try this way out," she suggested. "No, that way."
Yet was offering various ways out. "Go 180-degrees."
Never, I thought.
"Go STRAIGHT," she finally yelled, but she spelled it like George "Strait."
"
That'll be enough of that word," I said--not wanting to offend.
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Another roadblock.
"Cut your hair," I demanded.
"What??"
"It's either cut your hair or build a miniature house over your head. You can't be spotted the way you are."
She cut (and dyed) her hair.
Another road block.
"You still got way too many curves," I reminded her, "so you might as well grow your hair back." So she did.
We drove around the roadblock...
Freedom!
/But wait!
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"Omg is that a coliseum?" I asked.
"Yeah," she answered.
"Greek or Roman? I'm still nervous."