New Years Celebrations
This was a four-day weekend for me.
Thursday I stayed home to try and get over the remains of a cold I got a few days prior. I still felt fine, but my voice was gone.
Friday I felt great, but decided to take it easy, as my voice hadn't come back yet. Mauricio invited me to go have dinner with his friend Adam, who was back in the country from Switzerland, where he currently resides. We ate at P.F. Changs downtown, and then Mauricio and Adam wanted to go barhopping. I hadn't intended on going along for the ride, but I wasn't opposed to it either. We stopped by the renovated Cockpit for a peak, and immediately left to walk over to Rain, where I ran into my pal Rudolpho, whom I seem to run into once a month. I also ran into
Felipe, whom I see almost every time I go out! The most interesting encounter was with a guy that I learned Mauricio had dated briefly. What made it so interesting is that I had previously met the guy, but under less proper circumstances. We drank, we danced, we smoked, and we left for Charlies, where I ran into Nachos and Salsa. Salsa saw me when I was ordering drinks, and I waved. I kept watching them until they were in a spot where I could walk by them, and not seem like I meant to run into them. When I walked by Salsa, I put my mouth up to his ear and said, "I don't know if I'm disrespecting you by talking to you, or by not talking to you." He said he had no beef with me, and so I hung out with the two for a while. At one point, I asked Salsa privately, "If you don't want me to come up to y'all anymore, I will not be offended." He assured me that he was comfortable with me coming up to them. I was happy with both responses. Adam and I accompanied Mauricio home after a meal at Kerbey Lane, and we all fell asleep immediately.
Saturday I woke up with a hangover, a rarity for me. I hadn't been drinking any water the night before, so I felt like shit. I went to my house and drank lots of water and took lots of Advil. Eventually I felt fine, and went out later with Jorge and Frank, and another pal David. We started the night early at Charlies. I was sporting my electronic belt buckle, which I programmed a countdown sequence on, and the words "Happy New Year". It got quite the looks. My friend
Mark showed up with his visiting friend Kevin. I was a dancing fool, and got tipsy before we left. I felt happy enough to rip off my shirt to sport a tank top. We headed over to Oilcans before the countdown. I got jiggy with it. I also ran into a few online guys that I had not met in person before. I did the countdown on the dancefloor, and at zero, Mark's friend Kevin shoved his tongue in my mouth. I didn't mind so much, but it was a pretty damn long kiss. I kissed and hugged Jorge and ran over to do the same to Frank. He was a little miffed at Jorge for not doing so, which is understandable. Jorge was too gone to know what to do, so I told Frank to shrug it off. I sorta wanted to hookup that night with someone, but eventually I lost interest. I crashed on Jorge and Frank's couch that night after another meal at Kerbey Lane. I had plenty of water, though. My voice was still gone. The drinking, smoking, and yelling certainly didn't help.
I'll continue the four-day weekend adventure extravaganza later.
Thursday I stayed home to try and get over the remains of a cold I got a few days prior. I still felt fine, but my voice was gone.
Friday I felt great, but decided to take it easy, as my voice hadn't come back yet. Mauricio invited me to go have dinner with his friend Adam, who was back in the country from Switzerland, where he currently resides. We ate at P.F. Changs downtown, and then Mauricio and Adam wanted to go barhopping. I hadn't intended on going along for the ride, but I wasn't opposed to it either. We stopped by the renovated Cockpit for a peak, and immediately left to walk over to Rain, where I ran into my pal Rudolpho, whom I seem to run into once a month. I also ran into
Felipe, whom I see almost every time I go out! The most interesting encounter was with a guy that I learned Mauricio had dated briefly. What made it so interesting is that I had previously met the guy, but under less proper circumstances. We drank, we danced, we smoked, and we left for Charlies, where I ran into Nachos and Salsa. Salsa saw me when I was ordering drinks, and I waved. I kept watching them until they were in a spot where I could walk by them, and not seem like I meant to run into them. When I walked by Salsa, I put my mouth up to his ear and said, "I don't know if I'm disrespecting you by talking to you, or by not talking to you." He said he had no beef with me, and so I hung out with the two for a while. At one point, I asked Salsa privately, "If you don't want me to come up to y'all anymore, I will not be offended." He assured me that he was comfortable with me coming up to them. I was happy with both responses. Adam and I accompanied Mauricio home after a meal at Kerbey Lane, and we all fell asleep immediately.
Saturday I woke up with a hangover, a rarity for me. I hadn't been drinking any water the night before, so I felt like shit. I went to my house and drank lots of water and took lots of Advil. Eventually I felt fine, and went out later with Jorge and Frank, and another pal David. We started the night early at Charlies. I was sporting my electronic belt buckle, which I programmed a countdown sequence on, and the words "Happy New Year". It got quite the looks. My friend
Mark showed up with his visiting friend Kevin. I was a dancing fool, and got tipsy before we left. I felt happy enough to rip off my shirt to sport a tank top. We headed over to Oilcans before the countdown. I got jiggy with it. I also ran into a few online guys that I had not met in person before. I did the countdown on the dancefloor, and at zero, Mark's friend Kevin shoved his tongue in my mouth. I didn't mind so much, but it was a pretty damn long kiss. I kissed and hugged Jorge and ran over to do the same to Frank. He was a little miffed at Jorge for not doing so, which is understandable. Jorge was too gone to know what to do, so I told Frank to shrug it off. I sorta wanted to hookup that night with someone, but eventually I lost interest. I crashed on Jorge and Frank's couch that night after another meal at Kerbey Lane. I had plenty of water, though. My voice was still gone. The drinking, smoking, and yelling certainly didn't help.
I'll continue the four-day weekend adventure extravaganza later.