Before I knew it, it was time to go to Miami, MeTo was working long hours trying to get his presentation together and I was working my new hours at work trying to learn the proper way to set up the bakery. Things had gotten so crazy that the idea of packing was always second to cleaning, eating, getting to work, or whatever managed to just pop up.
One day I decided to call RJ and he told me that he was hanging out with Josh. It would seem everyone I know has or is dating a Joshua. In addition, while things did not work out between my mine and me, it is a safe bet to think that this is how things work with people named josh. Jaiye and his we are have trust issues and RJ and his could not say together or apart. Now they were on their way to the beach to "just be."
You could say it was cute or a typical gay relationship except this josh was not your typical gay man. Josh could not decide whether he was gay or straight. The last time the two of them called it quits was because Josh did not want his san to grow up with a gay father, yes this Josh is a confused daddy and RJ is in love with him.
It was only a matter of time before they were official again, 1 day to be exact and I was about to hit the shore of Miami so I could not got to Philly to get all the details.
The night before we left Jaiye called and I was trying to pack and pack efficiently. MeTo told me to take only one bag and it would be my carry on. Therefore, I had to be careful about what I packed. No big bottles and no clear liquids. I wanted to scream, “I am gay, I buy big bottles and I have to have baby oil and hair jell.” Instead, I simply said, “Fucking Terrorist.”
Jaiye and MeTo got a kick out of me trying to pack and how I freaked out when I found something else I wanted to take and then something I did not need. Needles to say I figured it out and was quite impressed with the contents of my bag.
That morning mom and dad picked us up and drove us to the airport. We made great timing and when it was time to go through security, “I am sorry but you to check your bags.” They were too big and buy a small fraction, which meant we had to pay 25 bucks per bag and I had to carry my laptop in my arms.
The flight was interesting to say the least a small plane with no Wi-Fi. Take off was the best part in hindsight. I was tense and scared. The idea of leaving the ground was a scary thought in its self-but to actually be doing it and feeling gravity fight agents the plain almost made me pass out. Once we leveled off, I was fine as there was next to no turbulence.
When it came time to land and we were making of decent we felt the plain speed up. Then the captain came on and told us that we almost hit another plain. I was pissed that he told us that and did not wait until we landed.
The Miami airport was far better than Newark’s. It was huge and we had to hike to get to luggage pickup. There was lots of store and I just felt like I was near the shore. The only problem was the rain. It was raining hard. MeTo was enjoying the look of excitement on my face, he looked frustrated and rushed, I tried to tell him to slow down but he had too many excuse so I just let him be. A not so quick cab ride through rainy Miami and we were at the hotel that I helped MeTo pick out.
There at the hotel we met Paul. Paul, like the hotel, was a Miami stereotype, Paul was a hairy old Jewish looking person who was as gay as an all girl school choir was. He told us that he was the best to ask for advice as to where to go because, “I am a real straight shooter, that’s about the only thing straight about me.” MeTo and I just laughed and went to our room.
Miami was a great town with lots of great places to eat. Miami Beach is like Manhattan with a lot of shore where people relax on the beach instead of work on Wall Street.
I hit up a gay bar and while I was out MeTo texted me to tell me that his shoes were shot. So on my way to find him shoes I called Lou who probably was unaware that I was now below the Mason Dixon line. We chatted about how I saw few attractive young gay people.
I latter realized that Miami was nothing more than a tropical Manhattan. The attitudes were all the same and I was shocked to find that the shore area was not all that jumping. I had fun lounging on the beach looking free Wi-Fi and finding a laptop bag for 15 bucks that fit my laptop. The worse part of the trip was the rain and when I was swindled out of 20 dollars, the best part was watching MeTo build sand castles on the beach and spending time with him when he was not at the conference.
We ate well and the trip was great until we got back to good ole New Jersey. When we arrived, my bag was onetime as for MeTo is no luggage. It was six days before we got his bag back and buy then his camera was stolen. American Airlines refused to pay for it because they do not cover electronics. As we felt we were going to carry our bags on this seemed like it should not apply, as we were not warned of this when were told at the last minute we had to check our bags. Needless to say, we are advising everyone not to fly American airlines.
