24 and Go & The Immutable

24 & Go

Ignore the fact that I sound like I gargled with gravel this morning, ignore the fact that I'm several hundred dollars poorer with little to show for it, ignore the fact that our "vacation" involved the phrases "EMT", "ER", "Fracture", "Security Deposit", and "Alcohol Poisoning" and we were only out of town for a little over a day...ignore all that shit and I'm still doing pretty good.


So Boston was...interesting. I got the story telling out of my system last night and now I'm left to reflect on the fact that the trip didn't turn out worse than it did somehow. The hotel wasn't nice, but we weren't there much and they haven't charged us for the damages yet. We spent some time in a few cool bars. We discovered that Boston has the best bartenders ever (Nate loved Liz at Bleacher Bar, I thought Becky at House of Blues was sweet). In the end the fact that the trip involved only one visit to the emergency room and only a small amount of vomiting was a godsend. It really was a pretty decent time.


The ride up we were really moving, the ride back took a bit longer. I was pretty tired and the roads started getting a bit packed around Hartford. Add to that the fact that we had to go all the way up to Vernon and it was a bit of a hike.


As it turned out however there was no need to rush to get back. Antioch Team didn't pull together an activity in my absence and although I was disappointed in that I counted myself lucky that I at least got to see a good number of them this past Friday at the play.


It actually got me thinking of the last vacation I took. It's been over five years since that trip down South to New Orleans and Atlanta. Can't say I've seen the guys I went with in quite awhile either. But it was a good trip. I was rushing back from that one too though for something that materialized. That time around it was a radio show that got cancelled, this time it was just hanging out with some really cool kids. Kind of makes me smile that I've always had things worth rushing back to the real world for...even if they get cancelled entirely too often.


The Immutable


So last night I ended up at Wizards with Michelle and Collette. There were a couple people I've known for a long time there. Lots of laughs all around. At one point we were talking about gay men, I don't recall how the conversation started. And I told a story I hadn't told in a long while about sitting with two gay guys who were discussing when they first realized they were gay. Although I thought for sure I remembered their names last night I just couldn't think of them, and now I'm not entirely sure I remember them at all. I also started to notice while I was telling the story that I don't remember it all that well to begin with. I'm not even sure exactly where the story took place. Odd. I'm usually better than that. In the course of it though I described using it as inspiration for a part of a story I wrote once. I knew I never totally finished the story but I can't even find any of it now except a few of the exchanges I saved. So I think I want to go back and finish that one a bit. Which is nice because it will give me something to do now that I have absolutely nothing planned for awhile.


And the night did get stranger. The phrase, "I've never tasted person before" was used. The phrase, "I shit straight Red Bull" was used. The phrase, "We were all ok till it started wiggling" was used. And they all sounded as strange then as they do now. The question of how many dicks a man would have to suck before he was considered gay also came up (Answer: One). And we somehow ended up discussing a rec soccer team that we had played on over twenty years ago. It was just weird.

The weirdness didn't end though. I was exhausted by the time I got home and even though I only got a few hours of sleep they were productive ones. For some reason about a week ago I started having these weird time bending dreams. I'll be with people I know now, in a place I haven't been in for years, and then random anachronisms will pop up but seem normal to everyone else. Last night I found myself standing in the living room of my grandparent's house in Bayonne. I had just dropped the guys off from out trip and was finishing a conversation on my cellphone with someone I didn't even know when my family owned that house. While standing there in the living room I saw a little boy shuffle into the room, and then quickly retreat into the kitchen. He looked to be about four years old. I started to call out out to him, when my sister walked into the room. She looked to be about ten. She laughed at me then turned and yelled back into the kitchen, "Don't be afraid Danny. It's just Chris."

When the kid comes back to the doorway I realize it's my little brother back from when he was a toddler. He stands there and insists that he is seven years old. I can hear someone coming up the basement stairs, but they never seem to reach the top. I call someone to try and get my bearings, but they don't seem to understand what I'm asking.

That dream ends. Others begin right away.


And All Else...


So I've been listening to the entire Bo Burnham CD play over and over again in my head for the past few days. It's pretty damn funny. (And all you goddamn dirty Catholics can Catho-lick my balls!) I've got a ton of stuff to do around the house that I've really got to do so I can rent the place out next month. The current situation at work is getting worse and worse. Thankfully I've managed to straighten out so much in the past few years that this shouldn't be but another minor bump in the road. It's just really getting on my nerves. How much shit does one guy have to put up with. I could stop it, but I keep on hoping that it will eventually go away without a major confrontation.



Tonight I'm not drinking, tomorrow night I probably am. There's nothing really going on at all tonight so maybe I'll track down some trouble or maybe I'll just get some work in, get some exercise in, and call it an early night. We will see. Going to go out for just a little bit for St.Patrick's Day tomorrow, my mom's birthday is coming up, and I'd like to see "The Last House On The Left" not just because Tony is in it but because the original (which I waiver between recalling having seen and not) comes from the same era