With all this talk and rumor of a White Jeep in town, I decided to take matters into my own hands and see if this was true. Now knowing how YemonYime is a private man, I know I could get nothing from just asking him, so I decided on a different route. The thoughts of twisting Horatio’s arm to get the answers I wanted had a slightly soothing effect since he still owes me $10 from the last bridge night. So I slipped on down to the Blue Oyster. The doors were closed with a sign saying “remodeling”. I knew something was up since they just redid the lounge area all in pink flamingos and tiki torches. I knew a way in though. Everyone knows they leave their back door open. I saw Horatio standing there getting Dave another appletini. What a lush. As Horatio sauntered to the back deck again, I made my move. With the threat of a pinch behind the knee, he was all mine. “Where’s the Jeep” I asked. Well Horatio is no match for a real man so he told me it was in the garage and the keys were in Dave’s pocket. I creeped up to Dave who was now layed out in his lounge chair listening to Celine Dion on his iPod, and snatched the keys. I just had to get a ride around the block in this baby. I had the Jeep back and gave Horatio the keys before “My Heart Will Go On” was over. This was one Gay experience that I will never forget.