Let the Good Times Roll:
Day One
My birthday celebrations started approximately two to three hours before midnight on the tenth of August. While bored and browsing on gay.com, I ran into “My Giant,” who I ended up chatting with via instant messenger, phone, and web cam all at the same time till midnight discussing all sorts of interesting matters. He wanted to be the first to wish me a happy birthday. Once we had departed each others company I stayed up reading for a while before turning in for the night.
I awoke that morning to receive a call from “Farmboy” who wished me congratulation. I tried to get him to come down for my birthday, but had no luck; neither did “My Giant” once I phone him up to try his luck. I told “My Giant” I’d be by shortly before he would be clocking out of work. I spent the day relaxing at the house waiting to see my best mate to play pool and have a beer with; which was the only thing I really wanted for my birthday aside from getting to see “Farmboy” who wasn’t going to show. Finally it was time to shower and dress; I decided to dress up since I was tired of wearing the same old crap day in and day out.
I caught a ride over to the shop from my brother once ready. It was good to see “My Giant” again; I never seem to get to hang out with him enough. We chatted for a while as he finished up work. On his smoke break we called “The Hobbit” to let him know that we were going to be stopping in at our favorite bar for a little celebrating and that he should come join us then head to “The Mad Hatter’s” post-birthday party later on that evening. That however was not what “The Hobbit” had in mind. His agenda had us coming home for dinner and then deciding on something to do for my special day and have me stay the night. Not entirely what I had in mind, but I was happy he wanted to do something for me.
We compromised; “My Giant” and I headed to play a few games of pool and have a drink, which our bartender bought for me, then we drove home to meet up with “The Hobbit.” Dinner was had quickly, “My Giant” showered and changed, and then we were back at square one with what to do. “The Hobbit” didn’t want to go out since he wasn’t feeling good, leaving the choice of stay in with him or go back to play pool. We opted for the latter of the two options.
Once back in a familiar setting we grabbed a drink then made a bee-line for the pool tables with a roll of quarters. It was nice just the two of us hanging out; we rarely get to be on our own. Every now and then someone would run into us that “My Giant” took the opportunity to divulge it was my birthday and how old I was. I’d have rather that information have stayed between the two of us. I’m no longer young enough, cute enough, and thin enough to score free drinks off people at the bar, since my bartender would be the only person to buy me a drink the remaining of the evening. Damn getting old!
Seeing as how the two of us were trying not to spend a lot of money, once the roll of quarters were gone for pool we opted to make rounds of the bar and head upstairs. I was fine with the heat, although “My Giant” seemed to be sweating buckets on the open second floor balcony even though the sun was low in the sky. This is when we ran into a very old acquaintance, “Strawberry,” that I hadn’t seen in several years. He was there with his husband and another couple. We caught up on old times and discussed what was new. He and his husband will be moving somewhere close to me within the next month or two if everything goes though on the paper work for their house, which is a good and bad thing. Along time ago I had the opportunity to fool around with “Strawberry,” nothing serious but I had always wanted to play with him more.
This re-acquaintance however was not going to spark that old memory back into play. It seems “Strawberry” thought “My Giant” was the hot one of the two of us and wasn’t paying me the least amount of attention asking questions about him. That is just typical; any guy I’m interested in always seems to think my friends are hot rather than me. Oh well, we told him about “The Mad Hatter’s” party and hoped he would come giving “My Giant” his cell number before we ventured in given that “My Giant” was drenched from the heat.
Once inside we found the non-smoking lounge and plopped ourselves down to chat for a while trying to pass the time till we could go to the party. At some point I asked him to hand over his cell to make a call. That so totally didn’t happen. I messaged “Strawberry” saying he was “cute;” I chose that word since “My Giant” had used it when I told him what we were off talking about. I love to instigate things. “My Giant” wasn’t pleased but I said he’d get over it in due time. A minute later he received a message with the same. This was too funny; we spent the remainder of the time playing phone tag while waiting to leave.
Stepping into the hallway we took a smoke break looking at the time. It was so close till “The Mad Hatter” would show up but too early to leave since the bar was so close but a nice dive away. About fifteen minutes till eleven I suggested we leave, pick up some beer (it was a b.y.o.b. bar), and head on over to the place. I stepped outside and told “Strawberry” we’d be leaving to stumble onto a conversation of disgusting humor. I hit the loo since I had to go so bad, to find myself listening to a similar discussion I had just left. I made it quick and walked hurriedly out.
Walking back to “My Giant’s” truck I recounted the two tales of similar interest I had just heard before deciding on where the best place to get beer would be since we needed cigarettes as well. A quick stop at the local gas station and we were back on the road. Putting the address into his GPS system I recognized the area we were heading to. Both “My Giant” and I, an old friend, “Blondie,” and “The Wizard” had all worked for the same company only a few blocks from the bar. In fact “Blondie” had lived in a set of lofts that held a swingers club at the opposite corner from where he worked.
We had a hard time finding a place to park since the small parking lot was full out back and it’s not the best neighborhood in town; we ended up along the side street. Not wanting to go in yet we called “The Mad Hatter” wanting to know where he was. He was still at dinner taking shots of tequila with a group of twenty-five friends; we had time to kill. Somehow Harry Potter came up and I was off and going on that subject, which was good because I could have a discussion about that for a long time.
Time seemed to pass quickly as we went from topic to topic. The next thing we knew “Strawberry” and his husband were on their way asking for directions. It didn’t take long for them to find the place. Since the two of us hadn’t been inside yet our new comers weren’t in a hurry to go in either since the host hadn’t showed up yet.
We spent about fifteen minutes loitering around in the street talking about various things before I had to go in to use the toilet again; beer runs right through me. Through the back door and into a nicely lit and very charming tavern we stepped. I asked for the loo and took my leave. Upon returning we just stood around talking before the bartender came by and I asked her about us bringing in our beer. It turns out they don’t have a liquor license so they sale beer and mixers but not liquor. You have to bring your own liquor not beer. Damn, that means we’d be heading to the car all night long.
It was apparent we were new to the place standing around with nothing to drink and trying to make small chat. As the bartender passed again I asked her about the huge refrigerator I was standing next to; she said to have a look. It was the last thing I expected to find when I cracked it open; full of nothing but frozen pizzas and mugs. I quickly shut it and laughed. My friends asked me what was in it, so I told them to look for themselves. We all had a good laugh.
I was getting thirsty sitting around doing nothing so I said we should head to the car for beer. It was at the moment “The Mad Hatter” called saying he was pulling into the parking lot. So we ran out to say hi and down a beer. “Strawberry” took me aside and told me he was taking off and to have a good time. I told him to let “My Giant” know instead of me. “Strawberry” in a later conversation told me after finding out what happened that night that he wished he had stayed.
Once done saying goodbye we headed for the truck and downed a beer each before heading back inside. As we re-entered and found “The Mad Hatter” he told us that people wanted to know who the four gay guys were. We broke out again into laughter. Apparently we are obviously gay, which I didn’t think any of us came across as except for me. But not to worry everyone there was laid back and open minded.
We heard there was a “band” we shouldn’t miss that was performing later on and that we should grab a drink courtesy of “The Mad Hatter.” While ordering I saw this hot blonde guy next to me asking for mixers with a bottle of vodka in hand. He was a bit young for my tastes but still hot. Next to him was an older woman I had seen him making out with as I was waiting for my turn in the loo earlier. She seemed familiar and I couldn’t place where I knew her from; she has great taste in guys. Next to her was this girl all in red leather with nine inch heals on I had seen floating about
“The Mad Hatter” after putting on his birthday gift, a cheer leading uniform, took us around introducing us to all his friends. Occasionally here and there “My Giant” recognized someone that he once had met while he and “The Mad Hatter” had been a couple. It was fun meeting all these really fun and interesting people, my kind of crowd. I met so many cool people that I could now only recognize by site. This was turning into one hell of a party. Several people had been here before and knew to bring liquor, so it was being passed around generously.
At this point in the evening everyone seemed in good spirits from whatever they were on and it was time for the bands to start. The DJ had been playing club music all night long, but it was the alternative bands that people were here to see. It’s been so long since I’ve been around creative artists on a regular basis that I forgot how wonderful they are. There were some really talented performers. I really liked the guy in the mask who sang dirty lyrics to children’s songs. He was the best and a good voice at that.
I took down “My Giant’s” order and headed for the bar since he was trying to drink lightly while he talked to some hot guy in a cowboy hat. The lady from behind the bar seemed to have forgotten who I was and I ended up paying for drinks even though “The Mad Hatter” said we were on his tab; oh well who cared at this point, we were having too much fun to care about money. It was at this point I met the girl, “Snow Queen,” I had been seeing all night long. She was the one in the very tall platform shoes floating about. She was one really cool girl.
Eventually the night wore on, I grew restless since there was no one to hit on, and I was tired of girl talk. I ordered a pizza and found a nice quiet booth away from all the action to sit back, eat for the first time that day, and watch the crowd while nursing my beer. This was one hell of a day, I was glad we came to the party. I ate all but one slice, grabbed another beer, sought out my mate to finish the last slice, and watch as I saw people take my lead and order pizzas to quell their hunger. I’m going to have to come back here again as soon as possible.
The hour was late and the closing time approaching. Everyone was in that lazy state of mind where they’re all around chatting and sipping on their drink while enjoying the atmosphere. It was then when I bumped into the hot blonde guy, who I found out was really thirty-two not like twenty-three, and his mistress. It finally hit me where I had seen her. In fact I had met her not too far away from here at the swingers club that I had once went to as a night of frivolity. I had also seen her at the wedding of the owners of the club which I caught the bouquet at. It was a good laugh after we realized where we knew each other from.
Last call was had and people were rushing around trying to find belongings and make sure that everyone knew about the clothing optional pool party afterwards in
With the address in hand and directions on the GPS we set off to find the place with “The Mad Hatter” in tow. This was a good opportunity to revisit the time I had first met “The Mad Hatter” and fool around with him again. After a while of being crunched in the middle of two guys in a small truck we finally made it there after much heated debate on an off hand subject. We were the first to arrive and met the host, a Burning Man attendee, that’s how everyone knows each other for the most part.
As people started to arrive I downed my beer and had another cigarette while “The Mad Hatter” and “My Giant” stripped and jumped in the hot tub. People started arriving stripping down and hopping in grabbing a drink before they did. This party was just barely getting started. It wasn’t long before someone talked me into jumping in with my very expensive swimsuit on and to enjoy myself.
While in the hot tub “The Mad Hatter” and I fooled around since we were two of the three queers at the party and the third had gotten out of the pool and dressed again. I ended up stripping out of my swimsuit having “Snow Queen” hide it with her belongings. It was a fun time being completely free, drunk, and with great people. I even got to make out with the hot blonde guy. I knew I didn’t have a chance with him, but it was still hot. His mistress was very much wanting to get us two in bed with her, which didn’t sound bad at the time, although I would have probably stayed away from her side of the bed.
Time seemed to have sped up and the next thing I knew “My Giant” was leaning over me saying that it was nearly six in the morning and that we needed to get back. Given the option to stay I decided against that since the only person I really knew at the party hadn’t driven either. Although now I kind of wish I had stay to play around since I heard there was a lot of that going on after I left and even one couple in a bedroom as I was leaving.
We were racing the rising sun as we headed home. We made a stop at my place for clothes. I barely retrieved the essentials in my drunken stupor before jumping back in the car again. The sky grew lighter with hints of pinks blues and yellows chasing away the black and grays. It was a beautifully quiet dawn waiting to happen. Slowly, the nearer we approached our destination the more animated the sky seemed to glow. It was like a beautiful dream; this twilight was a great birthday gift from nature.
The next thing I know we are pulling off the highway and driving down an all too familiar road. The sun had not yet rose and was at our backs; we were ready to be asleep. In the drive we pulled wrenching open the back gate and into the house. We stripped and climbed into bed with “The Hobbit” passing out as my head hit the pillow. Blissful sleep engulfed me as the sun rose without my knowing and I was off to dreamland to start the day.
