I snuck out of the hotel, much to the chagrin of my my Fox-News co-workers who only wanted to tell me about how cool they were in the 80s.

The original place I wanted to go, I think it went out of business and a homeless guy yelled at me in Spanish while I looked for it.

I ran to a well lit road afterward and just went to the second nearest gay bar I could find.

I wound up at a bar named Tia Maria’s, where I watched old queens belt out some love-song zingers that I didn’t understand a single word of. I made a friend named David. His husband took the night to care David’s mother with Alzheimer’s so he could come sing karaoke.

He sang an emotive ballad, and he dedicated it to our new friendship.

What a cool guy!