Late Coming Weekend
I know it’s the end of the week, and I shouldn’t be posting what happened this past weekend, but it took me a few days to recover.
Last Thursday my friend Nick came into town. He’s from San Antonio. To be honest, Nick and I aren’t very close. I like him, but I don’t hang out with him much. I met him through Francisco.
Nick and I had a fun weekend. Nick is really scandalous. Francisco calls us the “outcasts” of the group. Apparently people in the group have problems with us. (This is no secret) Nick is “the slut” everyone is paranoid that he is gonna take their dude. As for me, I think the guys sometimes feel uneasy around me because as one of my Austin friend (Roman) put it, “you’re too confident.”
Anyhow, Nick and I went to Club Papi on Friday night. Its supposed to be a big thing that happens in Houston twice a year or so. (I’ve never been). It was nice. We saw Gloria Trevi (I had no clue who she was, but apparently she was the Mexican Madonna of the 80’s until they locked her up in jail.)
We got to meet Franciso’s boyfriend’s sister, Misty. It was her first time to a gay club. Poor thing, I can’t believe they dragged her out. She had fun. I hung out with her most of the night. I don’t really have any girls to hang out with in Houston so it was fun.
Did I get in trouble. Ermp…a little, but no time for the details. I just accidently stepped on someone’s toe accidently.
Okay real quick….Jodie (the white guy from 2wks ago) came up to me. Some guy came up to me saying he liked him so not to flirt with him. Umm okay, fine. Well Jodie planted one on me. What was I supposed to do? I’m not a dweeb, I’m not gonna push him away. Yeah so that guy is mad at me. He confronted me on Saturday night. I tried to push off the fault on Jodie. I mean afterall he kiss me, and either way Jodie has a boyfriend! He didn’t know..and really didn’t believe me, but whatever, he does.
Okay back to work, that was my weekend. I drank way too much on Friday and Saturday. I felt like crap on Sunday.
Last Thursday my friend Nick came into town. He’s from San Antonio. To be honest, Nick and I aren’t very close. I like him, but I don’t hang out with him much. I met him through Francisco.
Nick and I had a fun weekend. Nick is really scandalous. Francisco calls us the “outcasts” of the group. Apparently people in the group have problems with us. (This is no secret) Nick is “the slut” everyone is paranoid that he is gonna take their dude. As for me, I think the guys sometimes feel uneasy around me because as one of my Austin friend (Roman) put it, “you’re too confident.”
Anyhow, Nick and I went to Club Papi on Friday night. Its supposed to be a big thing that happens in Houston twice a year or so. (I’ve never been). It was nice. We saw Gloria Trevi (I had no clue who she was, but apparently she was the Mexican Madonna of the 80’s until they locked her up in jail.)
We got to meet Franciso’s boyfriend’s sister, Misty. It was her first time to a gay club. Poor thing, I can’t believe they dragged her out. She had fun. I hung out with her most of the night. I don’t really have any girls to hang out with in Houston so it was fun.
Did I get in trouble. Ermp…a little, but no time for the details. I just accidently stepped on someone’s toe accidently.
Okay real quick….Jodie (the white guy from 2wks ago) came up to me. Some guy came up to me saying he liked him so not to flirt with him. Umm okay, fine. Well Jodie planted one on me. What was I supposed to do? I’m not a dweeb, I’m not gonna push him away. Yeah so that guy is mad at me. He confronted me on Saturday night. I tried to push off the fault on Jodie. I mean afterall he kiss me, and either way Jodie has a boyfriend! He didn’t know..and really didn’t believe me, but whatever, he does.
Okay back to work, that was my weekend. I drank way too much on Friday and Saturday. I felt like crap on Sunday.