I forgot to write about the party.

I was going to wear a white short-sleeve ringer tee. But at the last minute I decided to wear a navy blue short-sleeve cotton button-down shirt, untucked, over a pair of jeans.

It was really fine, and, in fact, since it was a straight bar, nobody noticed anyway.

I have discovered that the Typical Straight Male Bar Outfit these days is a white Oxford shirt with vertical stripes, untucked, over a pair of jeans. My brother and his two roommates all wore this.

I had three drinks. First I ordered a Corona and was told that there was no Corona. What? What kind of a bar — oh. I was handed a list of beers, and they were all imported and unfamiliar. I ordered a Mexican beer called a Bohemian. It was served to me in a glass.

If a gay bar ever had no Coronas, there would be rioting. Tasteful rioting. And much air-snapping and neck-tilting.

My second drink was an Absolut Mandarin with cranberry juice, which has become my new favorite cocktail. It cost eight dollars.

My third drink was also an Absolut Mandarin with cranberry juice. This time it cost nine dollars.

I don’t get straight people, with their straight outfits and their straight beers and their straight economics.