last night
This weekend I went out drinking with the boys on Friday night instead of the usual Saturday (other plans) for my unofficial Farewell to Lung party.
Started off getting tiger sammies at Pommes Frites. Really good and spicy, but I could do without the slaw. On to U-Bar.
I go there every week with the same group of people. I'm older than all of the boys by at least six years. Still, I always get carded going in, and they never do. It's a testament to my youthfulness I suppose, but it's annoying that I'm that unmemorable to the bouncer.
The music was awful. Someone filled it with hours of crappy rap (as opposed to decent or even good rap) and UB40. Took three hours before it reached the dollar I plunked in on arrival.
Many many cap&cokes later, I run in to my son's 2nd grade teacher at the bar. Apparently he frequents the U-Bar and Duffy's weekly as well, and we just haven't sighted each other before. It made me realize something about myself when I saw him there red faced and drunkish: I hate seeing people out of their context. Steve shouldn't be in my drunken revelry context, it creeps me out. That and he was very much with the awkwardly long handshake and hug (I began to wonder if he was going to try and make out with me). Apparently even he knows about my health deterioration (Lash confided worry when I was in the hospital last week) and is concerned for me... yadda yadda. I appreciate the sentiment from everyone, but his out-of-contextness was really weirding me out.
Played a game of pool and dominated, then we went to Duffy's (where I ran in to Lash's teacher again). Immediately bee lined for the back room to flirt with Chris the bartender, but she was off. Sigh. More cap&cokes for me. Motivation to flirt on decline, I focused on fun with friends.
At last call, shake hands good night with Steve. Drunken Phil tries to start a fight with him--declaring that Steve has to get written permission before he can touch me... fight avoided via intervention, but I think I now owe Steve a call to apologize for my friend.
Everyone took off but Paul, so we went to Pita Pit for food. Gil in line behind me started chatting with me about the menu, then flirting, then declaring I was hot. Then she disappeared.
Saturday night the Chrisses took me out to see Land of the Dead for my birthday. It was much better than I expected it to be, but not as good as the three most recent zombie flicks I've seen and loved (the Dawn of... remake, Shaun of... and 28 Days Later). Didn't pursue any good times with them, as they turned this visit into a bit of another pity fest over my health and I instead went home a bit depressed.
Sunday I masturbated in the shower before heading off to a BBQ hosted by the foster agency. I put both hands through a lot of work, gave my balls as thorough an amount of attention as I did my big cocks and it was perhaps the greatest solo sex I've given myself in memory.
Started off getting tiger sammies at Pommes Frites. Really good and spicy, but I could do without the slaw. On to U-Bar.
I go there every week with the same group of people. I'm older than all of the boys by at least six years. Still, I always get carded going in, and they never do. It's a testament to my youthfulness I suppose, but it's annoying that I'm that unmemorable to the bouncer.
The music was awful. Someone filled it with hours of crappy rap (as opposed to decent or even good rap) and UB40. Took three hours before it reached the dollar I plunked in on arrival.
Many many cap&cokes later, I run in to my son's 2nd grade teacher at the bar. Apparently he frequents the U-Bar and Duffy's weekly as well, and we just haven't sighted each other before. It made me realize something about myself when I saw him there red faced and drunkish: I hate seeing people out of their context. Steve shouldn't be in my drunken revelry context, it creeps me out. That and he was very much with the awkwardly long handshake and hug (I began to wonder if he was going to try and make out with me). Apparently even he knows about my health deterioration (Lash confided worry when I was in the hospital last week) and is concerned for me... yadda yadda. I appreciate the sentiment from everyone, but his out-of-contextness was really weirding me out.
Played a game of pool and dominated, then we went to Duffy's (where I ran in to Lash's teacher again). Immediately bee lined for the back room to flirt with Chris the bartender, but she was off. Sigh. More cap&cokes for me. Motivation to flirt on decline, I focused on fun with friends.
At last call, shake hands good night with Steve. Drunken Phil tries to start a fight with him--declaring that Steve has to get written permission before he can touch me... fight avoided via intervention, but I think I now owe Steve a call to apologize for my friend.
Everyone took off but Paul, so we went to Pita Pit for food. Gil in line behind me started chatting with me about the menu, then flirting, then declaring I was hot. Then she disappeared.
Saturday night the Chrisses took me out to see Land of the Dead for my birthday. It was much better than I expected it to be, but not as good as the three most recent zombie flicks I've seen and loved (the Dawn of... remake, Shaun of... and 28 Days Later). Didn't pursue any good times with them, as they turned this visit into a bit of another pity fest over my health and I instead went home a bit depressed.
Sunday I masturbated in the shower before heading off to a BBQ hosted by the foster agency. I put both hands through a lot of work, gave my balls as thorough an amount of attention as I did my big cocks and it was perhaps the greatest solo sex I've given myself in memory.
posted by dryblown at
10:58 PM
