Here I sit recovering from a night of excess. My buddy Mark from work wanted to go out and I’ve sorta been putting him off so I said “sure, but we have to go somewhere local”. Which of course meant gay bars. Not because I don’t like straight bars mind you, I was just feeling lazy.
We end up at Moby’s1. Duh. We started off w/just a little booze. A little turned into a lot. By the time our turn came up for pool, I was well on my way to being drunk. My friend is a regular drinker so he was doing doubles to my single to keep up. We ended up playing this couple2 for a few games. One of which, wanted to dump his date and come home w/me. (He was hot.) While I was flattered, homewrecker I’m not3. However, I seem to remember at one point his hand was down my pants “feeling the oats.” The date didn’t seem to mind so I didn’t either. I also remembered when we first arrived, all these little chickens4 were hanging all over him. They slowly disappeared as the night when on. Maybe it was past their bedtime, I don’t know.
There are benefits to spending money on top shelf liquor. Other than a slight inability to move fast, I’m pretty much ok today. The one bad thing, my buddy parked his car in the garage. Yeah, in the space that I no longer own as I rented it to roblog5. Imagine his surprise showing up and a big ugly Honda is in his space. I grovelled appropriately and he was ok with it. Thank God, he worships the quicksand I walk on. I felt like a shmuc though. Actually, it was the first thing I thought of this morning. You know the total “Doh!” w/the hand to head? Yeah that.
Now, I’m waiting on the cleaning lady to come by and give me a bid on the apartment.
2 Turns out, they weren’t a couple after all. They’d just met last night.
3 After learning they weren’t a couple, I did have second thoughts. The idea of a three-way got thrown out several times. However, I was a good boy. Besides, my buddy would have freaked. (And, I’d already been a bad boy, twice)
4 That’s slang for very young boys. My buddy wasn’t sure they were 21. I assured him they were and a conversation about how old we’ve gotten ensued.
5 Not the brightest move as he is also my landlord.
Oh Moby, even when you are being a bad boy you are good.
Like the saying goes, “When you’re good, you’re good…..but when you’re bad, you’re terrific!” Thanks for sharing, Moby. 😀
Interesting post, love those footnotes you’ve been doing recently. 🙂
You are lucky it was Rob that strolled upon the car, the sweetheart that he is. So I guess we’ve grown a tad tired of cleaning our place…must be nice to being stepping up to hired hand. HEHEHE!
you’re only bad for dismissing someone you though was hot and felt your oats! Bad boy, indeed!
You can be bad more than once or twice in a week. Have fun. Just don’t piss off the hunky landlord. Did you see him in his leather?