It’s been a pretty quiet week for me, up until last night.
I didn’t do much all week, just worked and went home to be lazy every night. We didn’t have game night this week. I did watch a really good movie this week, Reinas. It has two of my favorite Spanish Actresses, Marisa Paredes and Verónica Forqué. It seemed like it would be a typical cheesy gay movie, but it was excellent and hilarious. It has three of Almodovar’s favorite actresses in it, Carmen Maura, Marisa Paredes and Verónica Forqué. You should rent it!
Thursday night I hung out with Paco’s mom. I had to go pick her up at my sister’s house because she was over there cleaning. My sister hired her to clean. That woman cleans like nobody I have ever seen before. She is extremely detailed. I had to go get her and show her the way home because she doesn’t drive much and gets lost easily. I ended up having dinner with her and hanging out chatting until Paco got off work at 8. I was very proud of myself for being able to have conversations with her entirely in Spanish. She speaks ZERO English.
Friday night is my night with Paco. We didn’t do much because he wanted to nap for a while. We went to dinner at Red Robin, which was CRAZY busy. We sat at the bar because we were both starving and didn’t want to wait for a table. It was interesting sitting up there and watching the bartenders make drinks. At the end of our meal, this large muscular Black man came up to bar to sit down. There were two seats between Paco and the other people at the bar. The man took the one next to Paco and said, “Excuse me,” as he was sitting down.
Well you know Paco is deaf, so he didn’t hear him. So I asked Paco to scoot over a bit. He scooted over as much as he possibly could, but apparently it was not enough. When the bartender went to take the guy’s order he said something rude about how we wouldn’t give him any space, and how he was about to start something. So I asked Paco to move over a little more. I was pissed, I was about to say something to him, but the bartender was about to give us our credit card receipt, so why bother? Then as we are about to walk out, he jumps up out of his seat and says, “I’m going to go get my gun from my car!” Whatever. We just left and he was nowhere to be seen.
Later that night we watched The Departed, which was ok. It’s not my kind of movie, but Paco really wanted to watch it. I didn’t like the ending. You never got to find out if the shrink’s baby was Matt Damon’s or Leonardo DiCaprio’s, and you never got to find out what was in the letter. You can assume what was in the letter, but it would have been nice to see.
Saturday I was lazy all day. I went to the bank, I cleaned a little, and napped a bit. I went to get Paco’s mom (Sara) at 4ish and took her to my office. One of my bosses, had asked to get the office cleaned and she said my cleaning service could do it. Sara is just learning her way around Austin and so I said I take her. We talked about how she was going to be able to do other jobs and she said she would just take a taxi until she learned her way around. So as long as I was going to be taking her, I might as well help her.
It was funny cleaning the office because every time I’d go by and dust something, she come by right after me and do it again. She also kept commenting about how dirty the office was. She’s a funny lady.
Saturday night I went out to Rainbow. I hadn’t been in a month. I went out looking like white trash, which you know is one of my favorite looks. I had a great time. I danced a ton and probably more than I should have.
There’s this Gatorade commercial where this guy is running and at the end of the race he falls down before he crosses the line because he body just gives out on him. That was me last night. I was two stepping with Robert, and it was probably my 10th fast song in a row, and it was about 1 minute until the end of the song, and my left leg just locked up and started cramping. It was crazy painful and my knee would not bend. If we had not been holding on to each other, I probably would have fallen down. Of course, I still finished the dance. After the dance, he had to help me walk off the floor and I had to sit down. It took about 5 or 6 minutes before the pain went away, and as soon as it did, I went right back on the floor.
There is this one guy that I see out a lot, and he looks like an amazing dancer. I’ve always wanted to dance with him because he has a unique style and he moves quickly. Last night I asked him to dance and regretted it. He couldn’t keep up with me and he did the thing I despise the most. He stiff armed me, and not just a stiff arm, but a stiff arm straight out to the left. What am I going to do with our arms pointed straight out like a clothes-line? The dance floor was super crowded and there is no room for that! Plus the way he holds on is weird. Normally, your partner puts one hand on your shoulder and you hold the other hand. He doesn’t do that. Instead, he wraps his left arm all the way around my neck, so that the back of my neck is in his elbow pit. NO SIR. I need room to move. That, combined with the stiff arm, was just too much for me. It felt like we were about to press cheeks and do a tango.
After Rainbow we went to Oil Can Harry’s for a bit. YAWN. Robert and I were bored. We hung out there for a bit and then went to get breakfast with his friends (James and the other Robert) at the Whataburger by Riverside on Barton Springs. I would never have guessed that Whataburger would be scarier than Taco Cabana at that time. There were these girls in there that had on the sluttiest tops, with boobs spilling out everywhere. One of them had on tiny shorts and the back of her legs looked like they had just been in a hail storm. She had the worst cellulite I have every seen. She should NEVER wear shorts.
Everyone in there was drunk and being loud. Hail damage girl kept trying to initiate conversation with us. There was an old homeless man in there that was trying to talk to everyone and Hail Damage girl kept egging him on. That place was insane. There was a lot of yelling from table to table, a few drunk guys were dancing, old homeless guy kept walking around talking to people, and it was out of control… funny, but out of control.
I didn’t get home until 4:30am. Today I woke up super late (still only slept 8 hours though) and now I’m doing laundry. I hate laundry.
