drunk guy gets in a shouting match in front of my place at like 3am

hey, that was me. funny story: seems i was a little drunk (explained elsewhere to mean i was in a really good mood, felt fine physically, was with people i liked, and had 3 beers) when i rode onto my street, which is narrow, made more narrow by banks of snow. i live literally half a block in from the intersection but this guy, this suv motherfucker, feels the need to honk at me as i am getting over to dismount and carry my bike to my steps. as he passed (key point. he is now already passed me) i asked him where he'd like me to ride. i often ask this of folks that honk before even giving me a chance to try to move. little did i know this guy was an angry man. he yells that he does not care where i ride. i try to point out that i cannot ride anywhere but where i am riding for the snow and such. well he still does not care. at this juncture he is yelling at me while leaning out of his open door. as far as i can tell he is questioning my sexuality. he has deduced that i might be queer. i think it's all the bike riding. gay gay gay. the details of the continuing encounter are not terribly compelling. we go back and forth and i am unusally aggressive in trying to get to the bottom of this. at one point i tell him clearly we can't agree on anything and that maybe he should shut his door and just carry on. he was, i say, just in a big rush but now seems to have all the time in the world to tell me where he would like to shove my bike (hint: my ass). the thing i guess i don't realize is that it is 3am and i'm yelling on the street in front of my place. loud enough that when i get to the door kyle is there opening it. nice. for one night i got to be that "who the fuck is shouting?!" guy. cool