I totally spaced and missed the best part of First Friday, I
did however remember that Icon was hosting an event at Bike Stop and managed to
attend. Much to my surprise 30 minutes late was still early and I of course
dressed the part wearing a plaid shirt and grey skinny jeans. Apparently this
made me look like a top and I had to spend a good chunk of the night running
from a drunken drag queen that could not figure out I was not interested in
anything that looked like a girl.
The event with the exception of the friends that showed was
a disappointment. The DJ was downright terrible; most of the people on the
dance floor spent most of the night looking at one another in shock because
there was no flow. Imagine hearing Beyoncé’s Single Ladies and then the remix
to some monk’s meditation music. That was the whole night. At some point all my
friends left and or disappeared and so I bid a farewell to Icon and left.
I was going to go home but the night was still young and so I
figured I would stop by Tabu where I ran into one of my favorite bartenders and
he mixed up a drink called Marijuana. He assured me it would get me, “Fucked up”
and boy was he right I ended up staying till last call because I was so tipsy. His
wife showed up with pizza and between that and the cookies that came in from
the Harrison Ford movie I was full and began sobering up.
I took the 42 home and crashed in bed. It felt like I was
only sleep for an hour before my mother called me to remind me I promised I would
come over, then my grandmother called and I was officially awake. I showered and
dressed and was on my way to Mom’s.
It was fun hanging out with my mother we watched Everybody
Loves Raymond while she decorated a cake for a client. She even tried a new recipe
called Wheat Pie which was interesting but not something she would ever bother
making again. After the cake was picked up she drove me home and I got dressed
to go meet my friend Al.
I met Al February 12th 2009 a date that is significant
for only one reason, it was Dr. MeTo and my 1st Monthiversary, to celebrate
MeTo took me to a restaurant in New Brunswick called Old Man Rafferty's. I don
not recall much except the way the place looked, the chicken fingers, Meeting
Al and Diego and that everyone except me shared an order of calamari.
Al is a bit like me he loves the social scene and is
anything but a stereotype. My first encounter was far from my last he and I was
instant friends and enjoyed each other’s company. Al and I both were part of a
biracial couple and soon after MeTo and I split for the last time so did Al and
his long term boyfriend.
So Al was coming to Philly to see me and he brought two of
his friends. As the night progressed it was made clear that these two guys were
not friends. There was a 21 year old and a guy in his 30s both attractive and
both claiming to be tops who wanted Al to be a bottom. I saw drama coming and
there was nothing I could do to stop it. Soon everyone was drunk and emotions
were flying high.
Touchy feely and someone got angry. To which I had to
explain to Al what was going on and how to fix it. I assisted and things went
well and meal at the Empire Dinner later everyone was in a good mood and I sent
them off as I waited for the bus.
One would agree that the freaks come out at night is a bit
of an understatement if you had seen all the crazy stuff I saw while waiting
for the 42. I was ever so happy when Icon walked past me and I got him to stop
so we could chat, he had performed at Tabu but because I was at Tavern on Cormack
with Al and crew, and Icon’s phone had died I did not get the message.
We chatted for a while and I remembered to get back the necklaces
I lent him which he had given me a year ago.
The drag queen that was hitting on me the night before got the message that we
were both bottoms and that I was into someone else.
Thursday night I was on A4A and I checked out my recent
visitors. It was the typical bottoms and guys whom I was happy that chose not bother
to message me except this one guy. His profile seemed cool so I sent him a
smile which turned into a conversation. Soon numbers were exchanged and I was
now telling Icon about the conversation I had on my way to the Gayborhood. Icon
then told me about his guy and how things were progressing and we hugged in
hopes that the two of us would finally get what we deserved, a boyfriend who
cared.
I took the 21 home and spent Sunday texting the same ole
guys and cleaning my room. The night ended on the phone with someone who was actually
putting in as much effort as I was. I find it interesting this guy makes no claims
to love me or want to spend the rest of his life with me but manages to call me
in hopes of seeing where things go while MeTo sends me a text that he misses me
and even after I have asked him to call, nothing.
