So long Hollister, Hello Panera

The following Post is Rated PG13 for adult theme. Reader discretion advised.

It was towards the middle of March I had had it with Hollister.  I went to work and they gave me a list and told me to get it done.  It was all cleaning task.  I looked at the list and could not recall them telling me cleaning was in my job description.  I hated the job and the training process.  If it had not been for me having an interview down stairs I would have quit on the spot.

Right after my interview with Hollister, I had one with Express and Panera offered me a job followed by Hollister.  I really wanted the job at Panera; I wanted the discount from Hollister.

Hollister’s discount became useless as I did not like their clothes and with the discount, clothing was still expensive, and they did everything in their power to force me to buy their clothes due to their dress code.  I had planned to quit the day after the cleaning incident but I was way too sick to call out.  I figured for 7.25 they would get the gist after I didn’t show up after two days. I ended up being sick for 5 days and they were still calling me to see if I was coming back.

Panera offered me more money right off the back and it was a happy place to work not to mention the discounts and free food. So I told Panera I was totally free and before I knew it I was working decent hours and loving it not for the pay but to be working in a happy place.

Here comes the dry spell

After I started getting better MeTo got sick I woke up to the sound of him throwing up in the bathroom. I was worried but knew to keep calm and wait till he got back to bed. It was not a long wait and I could tell he was not doing well. I asked what was wrong and to be honest it was graphic to the point that without details I will say he was really sick.

When I was sick I was taking alkalselter  and Tylenol, I gave him pepto and Imodium. It looked as if he had a touch of the flu and not what I had. Three days later he was good to go almost and I was almost at 100% myself but my sex drive was just gone. To be quite honest I had been with him in our apartment for over a week. Yeah we got out a few times but we were with each other for almost the entire time.

I was not in the mode to get even closer to him. It was not long before this became a problem. It got to the point that we had a little spat and it was not until I forced myself to have a little distance and got pumped up that we had sex and even then it was not that great. The next morning we had it out which relived the tension.

We began counting and our average was 1 to 2 times a week, our normal goal is three or four. On top of us not “coloring” I was also on a strange sleep cycle. Many nights I just could not sleep. I would go to bed toss and turn get up then return to bed around 4 or 5 leaving me to tired to get it on.

I had decided to talk to my friends about this and I came to the conclusion that my body was trying to reset itself. I mean I had a birthday around the corner and my life was somewhat hectic. MeTo just settled for the once a week and began trying to get things together. But once my sleep schedule got on track the “coloring” did as well.

The Party on March 6th

Well, things have been so hectic that I have not blogged for well over a month now.  Yeah there were posts containing a video here and there but not the typical stuff, you my loyal readers come to read.  So what has been happening with me?  I am unsure where to start so I will do my best.

Therefore, the last real post I mentioned that my mother and I were not talking, well not much has changed on that front.  I am still unsure how to talk to here and I sure as hell do not need to hear that, if I do not change I am doomed for hell. 

MeTo and I had a blast planning the party and the excitement by everyone built up so quickly that I knew I had to show off.  I focused more on the menu and decorations than I did my outfit.  It is good that I have a decent wardrobe with things that I can choose from at the last minute and still look my best.

There was lots of shopping and plenty of people asked what to bring, my in-laws tried their hardest to keep the stress levels down.  They took us shopping and got most of the cheese and chicken wings.  With my mind preoccupied on the party I failed to realize how big a misstate I made taking a job at Hollister.

I will admit I gave it some thought and while the discount sounded great and I loved the fact I was getting out of the house the job was not up to par for Vixc-B.  A word of advice, if you take a job at a place that plays loud music, dim lighting and has issues such as excessive stealing, it is not a place you want to work.

The Hollister I worked at lost 230 items a week and, tried everything but lowering the music and using brighter lights.  It was hard to see and hear and it made working there and shopping there more work than necessary.

Before I knew it, it was the day of the party and the text were flying in, this was a big deal and I was extremely excited that ALL the “Real Gays of Philadelphia” were attending.  I was working on cupcakes, turkey balls and bread among many other things.  I had mentioned to MeTo that we should try the carpet powder I saw on TV.  We were so happy to see that it really helped to get the carpet clean.

It was not long before I lost track of time, it was party time, and the decorations still were not up so I began to delegate task and as guest arrived, I disappeared to shower and get dressed.  When I was done, it was good timing as the guest really started pouring in.

My friend john was the first one there so I put him in charge of putting up the last of the decorations.  At the end of my shower, everything was perfect and John had presents for me.  A silk tie with matching cufflinks and pocket square, a set of chopsticks and a bottle of wine, he also brought homemade baklava, it pays to have Greek friends, especially ones who just got back from vacation. 

As the guests arrived, so did the alcohol, I was shocked to see that some people brought two bottles.  My martini party had become just a party.  When my BFFs arrived, it was really a party.  Jay brought a huge bag full of liquor and started to make drinks.  It was such a happy night, a crowded, love filled, excited night.  Everyone got along and all was merry.

MeTo and I even got presents, cards, and gift cards, translation Time to go shopping. One of the best things about having a gay party is the clean up.  Someone always ensures there is nothing to clean by the end of the party.

As the party went on, we noticed that someone was MIA.  Louis had drunk far too much and pissed the RGOP off.  We did not let it ruin the night we took a picture that is sure to be famous and could not help but talk about relationships, sex, and of course, how MeTo proposed.  It was a night to remember and Jay and I were so happy to attend a party for grownups.

Comming Soon . . .

Out I have been working on catching up with the blogging, over the next couple of days.  Be prepared to see post talking about things from March 6 and bring you up to date with me, Vixc-B and introducing “The Real Gays of Philadelphia.

As you will soon see life has been quite hectic with parties, birthdays, moving, fights, make-ups and cheaters.  My live is entertaining and I hope you are prepared to read.