A “Jack & Bobby” chronology — taking into account the various past and future events that have been mentioned in the series so far. I’d been looking for something like this.

Last night’s activities ran the gamut from singing Christmas music in a tux in a church to getting drunk off Absolut Mandarins with cranberry juice in a gay bar and (just like two weeks ago) stumbing home drunk to Matt’s place. (Fortunately, this time I didn’t trip over anything or wake him up.)

The concert was terrific — one of our best ever. My parents, my brother, and his girlfriend came, my brother looking particularly dapper and J-Crewish. I’m always nervous about singing Christmas music in front of my family, especially the really religious stuff, since we’re Jewish, but they didn’t seem to mind.

Following the post-concert reception at the church, Matt and I changed out of our tuxes in the changing room, and then I left for the gay blogger meetup at Therapy. I tried to convince Matt to come, but he was exhausted, so I went alone and he went home.

When I first got to Therapy, I was confronted by crowds of beautiful gay men. I scoured the place high and low, looking for the bloggers, but I didn’t see any faces I recognized. I went back outside, called Jere, who was on his way over, and then went back in and checked the one part of the bar I hadn’t checked yet — and, lo and behold, I recognized Hot Toddy from his photographs. (Also, he was wearing a shirt that said “Hot Toddy” on it, which helped.)

I spent the next couple of hours meeting bloggers and drinking drinks. In addition to Toddy, I met Aaron, Patrick, Karen, The Executive, Watersea, and Michael. I also talked briefly with Byrne and MAK, both of whom I’d met before. There were a few others whom I either didn’t get to meet or whose blogs I can’t remember (I know that one of them was a Blogspot blog with a very long name).

One thing I learned last night is that it’s not good to go drinking when you’ve had no lunch that day and a very small dinner (namely, a plain, unaccompanied bagel and a small piece of cake). On top of the lack of food, the bartender made my drinks particularly strong. Just two drinks, and they went right to my head. (Half a Corona, too, which I wisely decided not to finish.)

Anyway, it’s always fun to meet new bloggers. I hope all the out-of-towners make it home okay, and I hope to see the local bloggers again soon.

Here’s Matt and I in our tuxes last night. I think it’s one of the best photos of Matt I’ve ever seen.

Me, I don’t know…