I decided to forego my movie plans and instead do somewhing which would hopefully lead to some positive social interaction. I went to another gay bar, this time down in the West Village. The Stonewall Inn, Yes, THAT Stonewall Inn, the scene of the riots in the summer of 1969. I wasn't really planning on much , just having a beer, hanging out for a little bit and then going home. Just my luck, who do I end up getting a stool next to but Anthony, the guy I met on my first gay bar excursion beack in August. He remembered me but he didn't remember my name.