It’s been a while (since Friday) since I last update. I just didn’t have much to tell until now.
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Thursday
I didn’t do anything. I just sat around the apartment watching TV and being a bum. I did a lot of that this week and I thoroughly enjoyed it. It’s so nice to just relax.
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Friday
Lynn came over and we worked on my resume, and hung out. We went to HEB and picked up some stuff to make nachos, and we both piled our plates up way too high. We were both starving so obviously we thought we could fit more into our stomachs than reality let us.
Lynn left around ten and I called Sammy. We were talking about going out, but neither of us really sounded too enthused about the idea, so we just stayed in.
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Saturday
Another lazy day for me. I ran some errands and then spent the majority of the day napping and yakking on the phone. Then around 6:30 I started getting ready for Xoch’s birthday night out.
She called me to discuss plans at about 6:40 and we had already talked about meeting up at 7. She was running late and suggested meeting up at 7:15, then going over to her boyfriend’s place to finish getting ready because she had left her makeup over there.
Shelly had met up with us and she had forgot to wear dancing shoes, so when we got to Lawrence’s apartment, we decided that I should take Shelly to go get her shoes.
Shelly and I went to pick up her shoes, and the arrive at Midnight Rodeo (for the Kevin Fowler Concert) and it was dead empty. The website said it started at 7, but apparently, they lied. Xoch and Lawrence showed up right after us and they asked the doorman for details. Apparently, the opening band was schedule to go on at 9:30, with Kevin going on at 11.
I was NOT happy. I had missed the parade for NOTHING. So Xoch and Lawrence decided we should all go eat. I had already eaten, but what choice did I have? So we all rode in Lawrence’s car to go get food.
So Lawrence decided that he must go buy cowboy boots at this time. So now we have to go to Cavender’s Boot City so that Lawrence can try on cowboy boots. Granted, he doesn’t dance and he’s not even wearing jeans. He was wearing cargo pants and a polo.
So instead of being at the Parade with my friends, I spent an two and half hours waiting at Lawrence’s apartment, then driving get Shelly’s shoes, then driving to Midnight Rodeo, then going to Boot City to shop, then going to Arbey’s so that Lawrence could question the poor drive-thru boy about what differences were between a regular sandwich and a market fresh sandwich. Oh, and after an hour of shopping at Boot City, he didn’t even buy boots.
We didn’t get back to Midnight Rodeo until 9:30. I danced a lot with Xoch, and then a little with Cecilia, her friend, and Shelly. At about 11:15 Lawrence and Xoch worked their way up to the stage and while the rest of us hung out by the dance floor.
So I decided that I would wait two songs, and if she didn’t come ask me to dance, I was leaving. I figured they were probably going to stay up there for the rest of the night. She didn’t come ask me, so I decided to leave. She caught me just as I was leaving and asked where I was going. I said, “I’m going to Rainbow” and she seemed cool with it, so I left.
I was soaked in sweat from dancing so much there (and because they had NO A/C on). So when I got to my car I took my shirt off and could literally wring the sweat out of it. Isn’t that disgusting?
So I put the windows down, turned on the heat full blast, drove with my knee and held my shirt up to the vents. Amazingly my shirt was dry by the time I got to Rainbow.
I had so much fun at Rainbow with my friends. Everyone was out and there were cute boys everywhere. I got to dance with Steve, Andy, Juan, Joey, Mario, Dustin, and Duane.
Mario is this cute boy that I’ve been mildly crushing on for a while, so I decided I should ask him to dance. We danced to a slow song and it was pretty sweet. I asked him to dance again later when they bootie music came on and that was fun too. He untucked his shirt and unbuttoned it all the way, revealing his sexy little wife beater.
I was going to meet up with Sammy and Aaron at Charlie’s, but I was having too much fun at RCC. Apparently I missed some fun, but it’s ok. Chris, Kip, and Jorge and his friend were all there. That would have been very interesting.
Some of the good things about Midnight Rodeo were:
1. When the stupid show-off Asian boy went to flip his girlfriend over his head and dropped her on her butt… on an empty dance floor with EVERYONE watching.
2. When the old man tried to drop his girl and spin her on the floor, but she just dropped and laid there… again on an empty dance floor with everyone watching.
3. Cute boys everywhere.
Sunday
I woke up this morning from horrible dreams. I had weird Satanic dreams all night that just freaked me out. I don’t remember them much now, but it was vivid when I woke up. Disturbed!
Rose called me, so we met up at Mansfield damn and chilled out on the “lake” for a while. There was a cute gay by over near us that I spent way too much time gawking at. He was joined by, what I assume was his boyfriend, and some hag. He looked super familiar, and so did his hag. I think I may know them from volunteering, as that’s the only place I know white people form.
Rose and I played in the water and spent a lot of time just laying out relaxing. I was a little annoyed at having to pay $8 to get into the park. I mean, come on, it’s not Six Flags. It’s just a park!
I got a little bit burned, but I think it’s mostly all going to tan. Yay for being dark and lovely.
I’m just updating my journal now and then I’ll decide what I want to do next.
Oh and so Pride was this weekend, and again this year it was also the Republic of Texas bikers convention.
So yeah… imagine all the homos in town out running around surrounded by thousands of bikers everywhere. Too funny that both of these events were going on during the same weekend.
I remember it happened last year as well, but I don’t remember if it’s like this every year.
Having ROT in town sucks. I hate bikers everywhere because they are so fucking noisy. I also hate driving next to them because I’m so worried one of them will fall and I’ll end up running over them. Or that one of them (because none of them wear helmets) will flip over their bikes and split their head open and I’ll be traumatized for life by having seen it.
Saturday morning I was awakened too early by the sounds of loud motorcycle mufflers in the parking lot below my window. Super annoyed!
