Oh the places you'll go...

Oh the places you'll go, theme and variations.

I: Oh the places you'll go: in your sleep....

So, as per usual, I have had fierce crazy dreams all month, punctuated last night with a winner of winners.

Synopsis:

I am sitting somewhere, believed to be my grandmother's house - but 24 hours of awake make dreamy thoughts and details fuzzy - I am watching a tv special about the fine china and glassware owned by some famous or affluent person. Gran is sitting with me and for some reason my thoughts focus in on the very pretty purple glass plate that the host is talking about. Then my grandmother and I are in the kitchen where the show was filmed, but we are alone. The lights are off. My grandmother comments about how bright something is, I assume she means the light coming in through the windows, which is in fact dim - senile dream grandma? - I am attracted to the periwinkle fiesta ware pitcher. Gran comes up behind me and says over my shoulder "So, you're gay, right?" (it gets better) I, in utter shock, am speechless and turn to face her. She turns me back around to face the counter and starts dry humping me....... she asks "So you like it in the back?"

Suffice it to say, I will never sleep ever again.


II:Oh the places you'll go: while ... intoxicated.

This weekend I ingested more than my average allotment of Alcohol, Weed - yes, I said weed, and as a consequence of the alcohol and weed - Pizza, I got the Munchies/Drunchies hard core, don't judge.

So, Thursday: Went to the dudebro bar Bullwinkles to meet my friend MiniVann and his room mate Becks - I accidentally ran into some people from school and was waylayed found out MiniVann didn't like them too much and all was remedied when they left shortly after. I had a couple liquor pitchers (maybe that was the reason for my pitcher dream with G-ma?) and was lit like nobody's business. (I have an exceedingly low tolerance and am a horribly cheap date since I gave up booze for Lent.) MiniVann had a friend with him that I had met before who is kind of cute and would have sufficed that night had I been more enticing, but apparently drunk/high me is not nearly as cute as everyday me.... note to self: don't get drunk and high in front of marginally attractive men. (alcohol, helping the world aim lower and be less disappointed with every drop.) Maybe it was the fact that I peed in the parking garage? - - but all three of us did that.... I have no idea. So anyway, we smoked out in MiniVann's car on the way to this after party. All of us were hungry and decided after getting lost in a neighborhood near Gordo's where I peed - yes again, but this time alone and in a random neighborhood - in front of an oncoming truck - classy, right? with a CAPITAL K - (please also note that the grown up version of Key Club is called Circle K....? Confused. ) we decided that we'd hit up the Hungry Howie's on Pensacola which is right next to Baja's. Marginally attractive male had the phone number for Double H stored in his phone - SCORE! - we called ahead and arrived to an empty Howie's. After getting our pizza, the crowd from Baja's is filtering in.... we were five white children in a restaurant full of black people. I being overcome with unimaginable drunchies magnified by the pot am trying desperately to extricate myself from the grips of ferocious hunger by eating a LOT of pizza. I had no idea we were in the minority until M.A.M (Moderately Attractive Male) pointed it out. Everyone else seemed super freaked... I just kept eating - classy, yet again. We bail after I devour the last piece of pizza, the after party dissolved and we went to MiniVann's to hang. - Eventually he took me home and I would have had my way with one of them... but destiny intervened and I passed out at 4 am and slept quite well.

Friday: Rough start, didn't make it to work til after noon. Went through the whole day just fine and then ended up going out to Works after the recital I attended - after that Drizzle where I had more than a few beers. I saw someone get taken away by the police ( and by the way I looked damn good - I got hit on by more than a few people ;) - so maybe it's just the pot? I dunno). With my acquired confidence I texted Gem, he works across from Drizzle saying "I would like to seem more of you in my life, do with that information what you will." and here it is Monday and he has done nothing with said info, no one is surprised. - - - I ended up with the drag queen at his house with his back up dancers talking until late in the night aaaand eating Hungry Howie's.

Saturday: woo chile I was feelin old, worked all day and prepped for a party at mi casa. The party was good, poorly attended, but the lushes that did come drank all the punch. I had a few people trollin for ass, but once again, I slept alone - which was probably good. Proof you ask?: I got to sit with one of my exes and his new bf and watch them argue for about 30 mins... can you say awkward and annoying? Evidence enough that being alone is okay when the other options are irritating.

Sunday: and God said rest - and Oh, I did. Though, now my sleep schedule is entirely out of whack. The silver lining however is that I have made it to the end of the semester and hopefully can hit the beach, get some time with Twin and Peach, and finally be through - Make some scratch, pick a plane to catch, and squeeze some Aide and Eesh in too.

III: Oh the places you'll go: when you think or are thought of....

So, thought has escaped me a lot lately... Just smoke in the air fleeting and beautiful but impossible to capture for any length of time. My friend, L'Bergique, writes for a Baltimore gay website and has some good things to say. A lot of them are directly or indirectly to me. He has always had a thing for me.... but anyway, in this weeks post, I found myself in his words where he said that we should appreciate and establish beauty in new ways - valuing the internal instead of the external. Though looks fade, if the interior doesn't come in a nice package, I have a hard time wanting to investigate it. - - This is something that I struggle with from both vantage points, I always feel like the perma-friend, the guy that's nice inside and says funny shit that makes people laugh and feel at ease, but I lack something on my exterior that makes people want to investigate and yet, I am just as shallow. This is something I want to dig into and think about some more. But for now, my bed is calling. Hopefully dreams won't be quite as incestuous tonight. - fingers crossed anyway.


Love to you all,
AA