Mar 28: Noon.
I was supposed to wake up early to watch niece. Oh well, she's still playing with Jonah kid and way too much energy for me this early in teh morning. Jonah and Paul take off later, for some reason (that Heather later tells me is related to the babydaddy breezing through--but apparently he is never here anymore, which makes me happy for Heather: not so much yelling!). But yeah, Paul would be better for Heather and the kid, I think... is he just a schoolfriend? hrm
Brian and Mercantile tonight. Will be, technically, meeting him for first time. This is the guy with identical musical tastes (kinda scary how identical) that I've been talking to the last few years. Anywhose, I decide I'm gonna meet him over by Country Club, 'cause he works at Macy's. Okay, I'll take the bus.
This does not work out, and instead, I end up walking 4 miles. In heels. I collapse at the St. Vincent de Paul's by Butano (across the street from CC), having arrived a half hour too late. It is closed. Fuck. At least I got some cash and some gum, finally, along the way...
Very tired though, wandering around Country Club mall. Stopped into the Payless and got new shoes--ironically, like I did in December, when I got the black-heeled boots I was wearing. Gray slip-ons. Hella cute, but they don't go very well with these pants. Oh well.
Got a parmesan pretzel. Falls on ground, gets all over my hands, but it is refreshing. Wait for Brian to arrive, texting, basically comatose in that chair in front of the inside-entrance for the Macy's for an hour. Brian calls me; I sound very lethargic, so he says he's gonna bring me a rockstar.
He finally walks through the door. *pause* I was about to add something, but... anyways, back to my narrative.
As our first time actually laying eyes on each other, it went pretty well. Minimum spazzing, I stuffed my box full of heels in his messenger bag and downed that Rockstar in like a minute. I am up and down--hyper and depressed, all along the bus ride. At the Arden Fair terminal, supposedly, Brian was getting nervous aboot some black dudes calling us "faggots" and I didn't hear... too oblivious, moi.
Anywhose, we get to midtown and head to this fantabulous gay bar, the Mercantile. Very chill, made out of the back of the first story of an Old Victorian, as midtown is want, basically like a regular bar, except with twinks and bears and Britney Speares impersonators and good music on the jukebox. Brian gets his drink and I start with water, feeling a little awkward at first...
Then I get teh adios mother fucker and start going crazy. They pour strong at the Mercantile. Like, 75/25 ratio strong. Brian is quite alarmed, thinking I am gonna start slobbering on a guy... but there's not many hawties here, to be honest. And that heatlamp over there is scaring me, so I'm just bouncing on the bench while Brian smokes.
His friend Zero arrives, a real Bowie-esque sorta character. He gets me a Bloody Mary, which is quite delicious. After this second drink, I calm down considerably and it carries me through all the way their pool game and on to the Depot, which is a more loungey sorta gay bar. They play more pool, Zero flirst with a Latin guy, and I start screaming encouragement in French.
By the time we've walked to Zero's apartment, I've mostly sobered up. I suppose Zero's roommate was getting it on, so we sit in the hallway and Brian and Zero proceed to fill me in on the Grand Incestuous Drama of Midtown Fags. I'm not even joking how epic this was... just keeping who was fucking who (in relation to who was *actually* dating who, or who knew aboot it, or who was cheating behind whose back while *they* were also cheating behind their back and they're both fucking the *same* person)...
Yeah, like I said, juicy stuff. This goes late into teh morning and I don't collapse on Zero's couch till dawn.
NEXT UP: Drugs, sex, but more ghetto than rock 'n roll... Arden is ugly.