The actual day of birth was this past Wednesday but I had to work. As I mentioned before Steve took me out that night and acted like a shit about it. Thursday night I went to dinner with my buddy Rich. This marks our fourth time hanging out together. We have not spent that much time together because Rich dated Steve. That's how we met. Steve said he would not care if we hung out. Steve lied.
So it is not the most comfortable or convenient, rather, for Rich and myself to build upon our budding friendship. It is unfortunate as well because Rich and I share many of the same views when it comes to dating and gay culture. Views to which Steve and I agree to disagree.
Rich took me to an amazing restaurant in Harvard Square. He had planned on having our friend Mike meet us over there, but Mike had a VERY exhausting a busy week. He gave me a card that he and Mike had gotten and signed for me. It was very nice. Dinner was nice too. It was honestly a very expensive meal for someone that I have only known a short while, but I hope it is any indication of the future long-lasting and genuine friendship that Rich and I will continue to grow.
Saturday. Last Night. The Shit show began.
I have never heard that phrase until I moved up here but I love it. It is also the only phrase that could describe the insane events that took place last night.
Kelly and I began the night. We started with a drink at Fritz, where they make them cheap, but Strong. We met the three gay dudes at the table beside us and I recognized one from speaking to one another online but did not mention it to him. As we were leaving I saw the ONLY attractive guy on my way out so I went to introduce myself. He said he was in town for a few weeks. I said we should hang out. Pause. Only if you want to, I added. He said No. SHOT DOWN. I thought to myself. But then asked if he was there with his partner to which he said "No, My wife."
What are you doing here? Do you know what kind of bar this is? Yes he said he had been there before. He said that he was there for a glass of wine.
Now folks. I can tell you this much. Fritz. Is not an establishment best known for their wine selection. I rolled my eyes. Turned to wink at him as I left, and then shouted out what I would do with him if given the chance. This is a public site. So I will save you from the gratuity of my lewd behavior. We walked to Club Cafe where we met up with Darren and Chris from work. We danced to Single Ladies, laughed at people that smelled like Fish cakes, then left and went to Roxy.
Steve. Who I spoke with before 8 and said he would be ready by 9 showed up to Club Cafe at 1130pm. On the eve of my birthday outing. I had already expressed to him during the week that he needed to make up for his weekly actions and redeem himself this weekend but I guess he did NOT get the memo.
At first I did not speak to him, until I came up later and whispered to him that he was a Shit.
On the way to Roxy I cussed him out. Pouted. and Tried to hit him in his face.
Kelly stood between.
We walked in and stood in line and I spent the entire time yelling and cussing at Steve. Darren and Chris took turns alternating which sides to take as Darren stood with Steve, and I stood with Chris. When we got inside every one went to check coats and I stood there alone with Steve. I calmed myself and cooly told him.
"You know. I don't mean to be dramatic. But I guess that when I think about it, I am the one to blame because I guess that I had higher expectations for how this week would have gone than compared to what really happened. I also guess that all I can do is acknowledge that you are one of the most selfish people I have ever met in my life and that if I want to remain friends with you I will just have to accept it and move on"
This made things take a different turn. Steve still acted like a weirdo.
We had too many drinks. Danced to every single song. Got lost from each other. Found one another. Then we headed home. In the car Chris had to ask me for directions and I kept telling him "GO STRAIGHT, TURN GAY!" He drove around in circles before figuring out where to go. It felt good to hang out with Darren and Chris because they act, now, how I acted when I was their age. It is a great way to live vicariously through them without having the future filled with regret of acting like a whore.
Brunch was amazing. Stella's. My favorite. I got the french toast, which will now be referred to as "the best french toast I have ever had in my entire life". We had a table of 10. I felt very special. They toasted to my birthday. I gave a toast to them. I admitted that I felt blessed and lucky to have found such wonderful and genuine people in such a short amount of time and that I looked very forward to sitting at a table with them again this time next year and toasting all over again.
It was a wonderful birthday. It looks as though the late 20's are going to Rock.
And at least now I have a few pairs of jeans that fit.
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