I made it a point to start off on the right foot by heading to the beach with my parents. First my friend Johnny Z and I headed down that way on Sunday night after I got in and managed to catch up with a few friends before making the trek. When I picked up JZ I just had to let him know that when we went to the Food Lion (Grocery Store) to pick up some cat food (yeah, since I left Charlotte, he has gotten cats - I would have NEVER let this happen!) and while in the parking lot I promise you that I saw more black people in the 10-15 minutes I was waiting than I have seen ALL YEAR in MASSACHUSETTS! NO LIE!
I took John to the ONLY gay bar in Myrtle Beach, "Time Out". It definitely lives up to its name by all means. This bar is a time out from reality. It is infested with local South Carolina flavor and if you take a gamble on the right night you can meet up with the ONLY OTHER visitor in the bar. We had no such luck.
It was fun hanging out with my parents and John together. At first it was a little nerve racking for myself because I didn't know how they would feel after they found out that he was a 40-year-old virgin (only part of that statement is true). John also is originally from NY so he often times does not think before speaking. This is a talent that is perfected in the South. Although they aren't the brightest of bulbs in the pack, southerners take the cake when it comes to watching what they say, even if it is in the form of a backhanded compliment.
Back in Charlotte I threw a party for myself. I logged onto Facebook and created an event and invited a whole bunch of people. 16 or so showed up which is more than Zero. It was fun to see everybody and most of them all knew each other anyway.
After this I went with my friends Nicolette and Michael to a bar called Snug Harbor. They seemed excited and pumped about it so I thought I would give it a shot. As it turns out, Snug Harbor is ANOTHER Scott Weaver/Boris and Natasha/Pecan Avenue Gang Bar. OVER IT. How many times can you go to a Glam Rock Party before it looses all its luster? Twice. You can go to exactly two Glam Rock Parties before you are completely over the entire theme. If my own personal knowledge of just how lame Scott Weaver is wasn't bad enough to make me leave then it was when he got on the microphone to tell everyone about how some New York club owner person asked him to do coke with him in the bathroom and said that Scott's Thursday night Glam Rock party in Charlotte, North Carolina was better than any club in New York.
I wondered how much cocaine they had already done.
My Beantown buddies flew into town Friday night. They arrived in time for me to take them to Tutto Mundo where I quickly began to realize that 40-year-old John had become the early 20's Justin from days gone by. It was weird to see him saying hello to every single faggot in the bar. Kisses from france, hugs and jokes. He knew them all. I had a new sense of self during this go round with the Charlotean Gays. They were not as fearful or depressing rather as they have been in the past. It was fun because I knew it wouldn't last. It was fun because they are a sight to see. It was also fun because my friends had never seen "Small town" nightlife and this was it at its finest. After Tutto Mundo we went to a "new" bar called the Gun and Garden Club. There were no guns and no garden. It was also WAY BACK in a dark corner of the city with nothing else around it. It would make for the perfect spot for a couple of white suprimicist skinheads to hang out and gay bash fags all night long as they exited the club. It used to be a club owned by a crazy cokehead lesbian. She took all the proceeds from the door and her events and used them for drugs so it was only open for a good two months. This was the venue where Crystal Waters performed, and I went to her hotel to hook up with one of her backup dancers. It was one of my finer moments.
So at the Gun and Garden club we had a lot of fun. It was only fun for me because I was with real friends. In Charlotte I had always felt a disconnect. I talked to the people around me but only because I had to. Now I didn't have to because I already knew that I had other people to talk to.
The next day is when the real fun began...
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