Friday
I worked in the morning, then had my work out before meeting up with V. H and K. A. They are a lesbian couple, though V.H. used to be straight when I first met her. Funny enough, she thought I was cute and hit on me. I have had a few friends who were straight then went gay, though two of them are now backing to being straight...I was the best man for one of them. So anyway, we go to the mall and I'm looking for something to wear and end up with a Longhorn's Shirt. I guess because I didn't want to be another mo in a A&F shirt
My mood ends up crashing by the time we get dinner with C.M and I'm not sure why. I just got all quiet and overly polite, which I guess is different than most people who get moody and turn into a bitch. I just stared at a tv that showed some bizarre, mostly likely European thing, where women in bikinis and stuff octopus into their fishnets. Fucking weird.
So the night moves on, eventually my mood lightens up again. I basically tell myself to stop being a freak and will myself back to normal, and then going for a night swim kinda helped that. It only sucked cause these cold winds were blowing in rain now and then but its really cool to swim while its raining. I don't know why, it just is.
C.M. had no food in his house though, that sucked, since I'm someone who eats all the time.
Saturday
So we all get up and head out to Columbus, which is about an hour to hour and half drive. We started kinda late and took forever to get on the road, we had to buy food and all. We forget to buy drinks though, stupid.
Parade itself was fine, I enjoy it for what it was. I do find it increasingly odd how it all fits together anymore. You have politicians, churches, and families and then you have the float of S&M leather bears with one wearing some kind of dog tail butt plug. I am not going go on some kind of rant about it, its just a rather jarring image.
It hot and muggy, but nothing awful. I got a lot of t-shirt compliments and Hook Em horns signs; that was awesome. I wanted to fake I was from Texas but then I thought it was pretty childish to do so....stupid adult. The day was basically spent walking around, hotel was flipping sweet though. We did have to walk a ways to find the nearest UDF to buy some kind of liquor, Sparks and Mike's Hard for me. I hate beer, taste bad. Guess thats part of the gay gene for some, I know everyone else was fine with beer.
Saturday Night
So two storylines develop as the night goes on. I had talked to a friend of mine, M.C., about staying in the hotel room with me and my friends. I had texted him off and on through the day, I got messages back..usually. So when he was finally suppose to be off, I tried to figure out where he was to come to bring him back to the hotel. No replies or responses and I honestly haven't heard from him since then. I am not sure what happened but I feel like I should get some explanation for what happened.
Second one, which is really the major one, happened after we all went out to the bars. I was feeling good, I mean I hardly drink so it doesn't take much. I was wearing a shirt that says Kiss me I have superpowers, with a picture of Superman on it...not realizing it pretty much made everyone ask..oh what power or ask for a kiss. C.M. didn't really like it when I kissed some random guy, and honestly that was trashy on my part. V.H. buys me a shot of patron, and lets say that really starts the night going. I'm feeling good, thats the point of drinking.
C.M. wants to go to the bathroom and I go along, cause you don't let your friend go into the bar room of an unknown gay club alone. The bathroom is pretty... sleazy is the word. It felt kinda dirty and there was like a post board filled with naked pictures of dudes. C.M. and I are talking, though I'm being really open and flirty right now. He eventually tells me he likes me and was annoyed I would just kiss some random guy. So in order to pacify him, I kiss him though tell him I like as a friend. In hindsight, its a terrible idea. What the hell? Why would anyone do that?
The night turns pretty sour with C.M and K.A leaving to go back to the hotel cause they don't feel well or something. V.H. and I stay and drink, which ends up with me getting more shots of Patron. V.H. is good at getting me drunk, I only bought one for myself. I had great time otherwise, even though C.M. was in the back of my head. It gradually passed with each shot and having guys coming up to me.
I got into a really drunk and spirited debate about football to really top the night off. I got to go on about the Browns, Texas, Tebow and all for reasons I don't remember now. I know this one straight guy was impressed that I knew who the first pick of the draft was and then he proceeded to hit on V.H. all night. We ended up walking back to the hotel with a really drunk couple, that was some good times.
Sunday
Hangover, it sucked. It wasn't as bad as it probably should have been but I still felt awful at breakfast. By the way, Hilton has the best free breakfast in existence. You can make waffles, its awesome. It was mostly awkward between C.M. and I, cause I felt bad and wasn't sure what to say. The ride home was the same and we haven't really talked much since that weekend.
So was it the best weekend ever...not..a fun one..but no.
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