So before I begin my weekend recap can I just say that I really REALLY appreciate all of you who stop on by and check in on my rather boring life...thank you! For the past month or so I had been extremely depressed...to the point where I would get sick to my stomach. I had lost my appetite and really didn't feel like doing much but sleep. I am so much fuckin' better these days...I am excited again and I can't wait for the following year, 'cause nigga has big plans. More on that on a later post. Now I'd like to recap a weekend that I really, REALLY needed. So Grace...here are the sordid details of my weekend!
Friday...cantonese lesson/drunk with the gaysI couldn't contain my excitement all morning just thinking that in a few hours I would be on my trek down south to LA for a weekend of drunken debauchery. Therefore, I decided to use some comp time and bail on work at noon. Besides I still had to do some laundry and pick up the rental. I set out on my drive down south a little later than I had hoped, but at 4 o'clock sharp I was on the freeway. I figured I'd have about 3.5 hrs to kill, so I grabbed a handful of CD's including a set of Chinese (Cantonese) lesson CD's. Something I have also failed to mention is that I'm learning Cantonese and I'm coming along quite quickly. So for the first couple hours of my drive I worked through 2 lessons on the CD, they're half an hour each and I played them both twice. Hell, practice makes perfect. Plus, you'd be surprised just how fast two hours can fly by when you're flying down the freeway learning a new language. Before I knew it I was zipping up the Grapevine. Once I got into the LA area though, I had to switch to my music CD's, 'cause concentrating on the proper pronunciation of, "I am American, but I can understand Cantonese a little bit" almost got me into a couple accidents. Have I mentioned that I hate LA traffic? It's one of the things that keeps me from considering moving to the area. Anyway, Shakira and The Foo Fighters kept me company while sitting on the parking lot othewise known as the 405.
I had planned to meet my friends for dinner in Huntington Beach at 6:30...at 6:30 I called my friends and told them that I was barely passing by the Getty Center, still about half an hour away WITHOUT traffic. I got to Long Beach at about 8pm, picked up my friend and her girlfriend and we were at La Capia for dinner promptly at 8:30. I had a couple Jack 'n Cokes at dinner and was feeling a little warm. After dinner my friend invited me to a gay bar in Costa Mesa named The Lion's Den...sounded a bit dungeonlike to me, but I said, fuck it. We got there at about 11:30 pm and I was taken aback by the number of drag queens chilling at the entrance. Talk about meat market. These bitches were scary looking drag queens too. The look for the night apparently was bald headed latinos, so I was a shoe
in. We immediate hit the bar and bought some drunken confidence...um, I mean Coronas. My friend didn't fuck around she pounded hers down, while I chose to savor my drink. After a couple drinks I was a little more laid back, I get uptight in new surroundings. Soon, I was a little more receptive to the looks and mischievious grins. While on the dance floor with my friend I think my ass was grabbed about 5 times, I was rubbed up on from behind by a good looking baldy who seemed to be packin'...nice, and was torn from my friend as she suddenly found herself in the center of a sausagefest circle on the dance floor. A guy who had been eyeing me all night took the opportunity to come up and dance with me, which I agreed to...this fucker was hot. After a little freaking and small chit-chat I was back with my friend and the rest of the night just flew by with drinking and more dancing with random strangers. Before I knew it "last call" was called and the lights came up bringing everyone back to their drunken realities. Coincidentally, one of the guys I danced with turned out to be from Fresno or so he said. I'm thinking, "fuck can't I escape the Fresno gays for at least one day?". I was good that night, got to my friend's place and crashed the fuck out!
Saturday...test driving/the Arena hand job (xxx)The night before my friend and I decided that we would go test driving a couple trucks to kill some time. She's all about the Chevy Silverado, no she's not a butch lesbian, she's lipstick...just likes the big truck. I wanted to test drive the Chevy Colorado. So we set out in the late morning to Cerritos' auto mall. I test drove the Colorado first and I liked the way it drove. It just didn't have enough balls for a truck. I like how it looks though, but I wasn't sold. My friend then drove the Silverado...now that is a truck. It had a powerful v8 engine and it drove nice with a nice ride. If only we could've gagged the sales lady sitting in the back seat, "Lady, we're not buying today we're just test driving now shut the fuck up!" For some reason she deamed it necessary we know that she likes classical music, "um yeah...I don't give a fuck. So how much can you work with us here?" To keep from being harassed my friend pulled the ol', "I think I hear my mom calling me", trick and we were off to GMC for her to test drive the Sierra. Now this is were I fell in lust. The sales man, Harout $#%&!, I coudn't pronounce his last name but he was Lebanese and most of all hot. Okay, maybe hot is not the proper word, but he was very handsome and had a nice little body on him and both my friend and I agreed that the little accent was kinda hot. Turns out he was a little wet behind the ears at the dealership, 'cause he seemed a bit more nervous about our encounter than my friend was. On the test drive in which Harout took the back seat and I considered joining him, I mentioned that I was also soon going to be in the market for a new car. "Oh really? You should come to me I'll take care of you." To which I replied smile, "I bet you would (under my breath). That sounds good, definitely I'll come to you for service." hehe, so I was thinking a little different service than he was, but he offered.
Later that night a coupe friends took me out to the Arena in west hollywood. OMG...let the true drunken debauchery begin. I knew I was in trouble when just driving up to the place I saw so many damn good looking fellas walking to the club. I just knew then it was going to be good times. I had never been to this place...it is fuckin' huge! Meat market at it's best. It was "Boys Night Out" so go figure. My friends are females, so they were pretty much shit outta luck. Well one has a girlfriend anyway so it didn't matter, but my other friend is straight and all she could do was look. I decided to walk around on my own for a bit...I was like a kid in a candy shop and all I wanted was a lolipop. hehe, sorry couldn't help myself. Anyway, I was standing in line a the bar when this guy hit me up and asked for my name. We chit-chatted for a bit while in line and he asked me if I wanted to dance. So we get on the dance floor and this kid was a FREAK, I said..."okay, okay, we can do this". I can get my freak on with the best of 'em, so I put it down. Next thing I know we're standing on the side of the dance floor making out...it had been a minute for me, so I was enjoying it. Little did I know one of my friends saw this and was shocked. See it's like this for a lot of people; you can know someone is gay, but until you see them BEING gay it doesn't quite sink in. So my friend who's known that I'm gay for a few years now had to let that one sink in for a minute. For some reason she was excited about it. Anywho, that guy turned out to be a little weird when he started talking about going to NYC and if I didn't like it we could come back...quickly moved on. Later on as I was walking around this very hot bald guy with the nicest pair of arms I'd seen stopped me, well okay kinda groped me as he passed by me. I stopped him for a bit and we were chatting all the while some major groping was going on. We were kinda standing off to the side of the dance floor and it was toward the end of the night so everyone was pretty much out of it drunk off their asses. Us two included. I was so drunk and pretty much just going with it, but then the next thing I know his hand is down my pants and he was touching my private area, right there by the dance floor. Now if you were to see this guy on any other day of the week I'm sure he's the last person you'd think would be offering up a quick hand job at the club, but there he was. It was one of those things that leaves you thinking, "What the fuck?!" After a little making out he tells me, "you're crazy, we just met". "Okay, but it's YOUR hand down my pants." This kinda embarrassed him and so he stopped, much to my dismay of course. We made out a bit more and I was on my way. That was definitely the highlight of my night. Hell, it left me thinking about how much trouble I could get into if I lived in LA. I think I'll just stick to visiting every now and then. But if certainly left me with something to look forward to.
All in all, it was a great fuckin' fantabulous weekend! ;)
I stepped out of my humble abode this late November morning and the cold breeze quickly bit at my face and I couldn't help but smile. Fall is upon us. The scent of dampened earth fills the air. The grass blades shimmer with the morning dew. The trees burn with such vibrant colors. Yellows, oranges, and reds keep me warm on this cold late autumn day. As I travel the steps of my waking life I'm showered with a confetti of golden leaves that gently caress my face, tap my shoulders, and come to rest at my feet. Maple leaves carried by the chilling breeze dance alongside me, hurrying me along to my final destination. Along the way I see friends with heads bowed high, bright empty eyes, and cold vibrant smiles. Oblivious to the beauty that surrounds them. It is not an ending my friend, but a means to a new beginning. It is Fall, it is autumn, it is beautiful.
