One Of Those Nights!
Last night was just one of those nights.
Maybe that's not specific enough. "One of those nights" is a rather overused expression, but I think once you hear about my night, you may agree that it certainly defines the term well.
I was tired from not sleeping enough the past few nights. I've also been nursing a bad mood lately. Jamie and I got into one of our famous, not very frequent, but huge when they do happen fights. Mid-argument I called his ex boyfriend in Arizona, in front of him and left a message saying to just get him out of here. That he obviously didn't want to be here.
I'd been upset cause I felt Jamie was losing his motivation to find a job, and we had it out when I came home drunk the other night. (Good good idea, huh?)
But we eventually stopped before it got too big, and I shared a few personal feelings about how much his friendship meant to me... and apologized for being the difficult boy I can be sometimes.
So it was over... but still botherng me even last night. But last night I had to work a double, because that's what I do on Saturdays. It was going to be cutting it super close on the rent, which is due on Sundays. I wasn't sure I'd make it, and I told Jamie to start brainstorming ... maybe hook himself out if need be.
But, though a slow lunch, I was put behind the bar to bartend for the night. I needed server money, and didn't think I'd make it on the 8% bar tipout. But at 8:00pm, in the middle of what turned out to be a busy evening a party of 18 came in and I was put on the floor to wait on them, and also a 9:00pm reservation, that David suspected was a mystery shopper. Since I scored highly on the last one I got ... he wanted to see it happen again.
They turned out not to be mystery shoppers, but a cool young foreign group. The bigger of the parties were French, so we added the tip onto their bill, just to be safe.
At the end of the night, I get my tips and I'd made rent! And I still have $25 left over after ...
Well, suffice it to say, I got SHITFACED at work. I sat and talked with some of my co-workers for a few. I flirted with the clearly gay mexican bus boy (I bet that will elicit some scandal from my dear readers) and then walked up and down 8'th Avenue.
Now I'm going to be a little fuzzy on the details of this part, because they involve a story I haven't shared here yet, and don't want to sidetrack off on now. Another time I'll tell about the crack in the pornstore ... (that could mean so many things couldn't it?) But last night I ran into the main player in the story I have not yet posted. (Helpful, huh?) And he followed me and began pressuring me to go uptown with his friend and he and get some weed.... I told him I had a guy who could hook me up at a nearby bar. That they should follow me. They wanted to go uptown, but followed. I looked for an opportunity to just jump into a cab as I drifted a little behind them but it didn't present itself. So I took them to Posh, a cute midtown neighborhood queer bar. I first tried hiding in the bathroom, but was quickly sought out. I walked upstairs and asked if they wanted a drnk. They said they'd drink whatever, so I walked to the bar, hoping they'd stay where they were.
They did.
I leaned in and asked the bartender for a favor: "Point towards the other end of the bar like you're directing me to someone. And please don't ask me why."
He looked at me for a second. I could see him contemplating whether I was worth the effort.
He decided after a few seconds that I was and gestured me towards the other end of the bar. I walked there, and leaned in to talk to the person I determined look the nicest after a very quick scan of the bar.
"Excuse me, I know I sound insane but could you do me a favor? In about a second, two guys are gonna be following me out of here, can you stop them for just a few seconds so I can try to lose them."
There was no contemplation from this man. He gave me a polite smile, and then told me "Go now, I'll take care of it."
Out the front door I bolted. I ran as soon as I was outside. I felt a real sense of fear about going with these people. I ran towards 9th Avenue and tried to hail a cab mid run. I could hear that he'd already come out the bar, with my white knight running behind him still trying to keep him from running after me. I frantically tried to hail two cabs that passed because I looked like I was running from someone. They're not so white knight, about it; those New York City cabdrivers. Finally one stopped as the guy was just about 20 feet away from me.
I jumped into the cab and immediately shut the door just as he grabbed the handle.
"DRIVE!" I shouted.
"You got it!" He said, and slammed on the gas. As he did, my pursuer had opened the front passenger door, but decided to let it go as the cab sped up.
It's no wonder just on these things alone that my night later found me crying to a transvestite who lives in my hotel, and was remarkably wise.
But it was what happenened when I got back to the hotel anxious to tell Jamie the story of my adventure, and the good news that rent would be covered.
The first thing I saw when I walked in the door was a note on his bed, which was neatly made. "KEVIN" was on the front of the note.
I started crying before I even picked up the note. I knew what had happened.
The wise (and sweet) transvestite who wiped away my tears after I told her about what was in the note. But she told me what I already new deep down. He went back to figure out for good the situation with him and Seth. And to lighten the burden on me that I'd been carrying for us while he got a job. That he knew I could move into a single the next morning now and pay a lot less and that that's what he intended by leaving Saturday, while I was at work. She knew just from listening to me tell the story that I could be sad because for now, my best friend is gone from my day to day life again. After over a month of having him around for everything again, I knew it was gong to be a hard and painful adjustment. But he was doing what he felt he needed to do ... so I had to understand. Even if secretly I worry that I might have been at least partially responsible.
I looked at the rent money laying on the bed, and started crying as I read his note. I cried so hard until finally the alcohol numbed me into a slumber.
You ever have one of those nights where you actually cry yourself to sleep?
Well last night, was one of THOSE nights.
Maybe that's not specific enough. "One of those nights" is a rather overused expression, but I think once you hear about my night, you may agree that it certainly defines the term well.
I was tired from not sleeping enough the past few nights. I've also been nursing a bad mood lately. Jamie and I got into one of our famous, not very frequent, but huge when they do happen fights. Mid-argument I called his ex boyfriend in Arizona, in front of him and left a message saying to just get him out of here. That he obviously didn't want to be here.
I'd been upset cause I felt Jamie was losing his motivation to find a job, and we had it out when I came home drunk the other night. (Good good idea, huh?)
But we eventually stopped before it got too big, and I shared a few personal feelings about how much his friendship meant to me... and apologized for being the difficult boy I can be sometimes.
So it was over... but still botherng me even last night. But last night I had to work a double, because that's what I do on Saturdays. It was going to be cutting it super close on the rent, which is due on Sundays. I wasn't sure I'd make it, and I told Jamie to start brainstorming ... maybe hook himself out if need be.
But, though a slow lunch, I was put behind the bar to bartend for the night. I needed server money, and didn't think I'd make it on the 8% bar tipout. But at 8:00pm, in the middle of what turned out to be a busy evening a party of 18 came in and I was put on the floor to wait on them, and also a 9:00pm reservation, that David suspected was a mystery shopper. Since I scored highly on the last one I got ... he wanted to see it happen again.
They turned out not to be mystery shoppers, but a cool young foreign group. The bigger of the parties were French, so we added the tip onto their bill, just to be safe.
At the end of the night, I get my tips and I'd made rent! And I still have $25 left over after ...
Well, suffice it to say, I got SHITFACED at work. I sat and talked with some of my co-workers for a few. I flirted with the clearly gay mexican bus boy (I bet that will elicit some scandal from my dear readers) and then walked up and down 8'th Avenue.
Now I'm going to be a little fuzzy on the details of this part, because they involve a story I haven't shared here yet, and don't want to sidetrack off on now. Another time I'll tell about the crack in the pornstore ... (that could mean so many things couldn't it?) But last night I ran into the main player in the story I have not yet posted. (Helpful, huh?) And he followed me and began pressuring me to go uptown with his friend and he and get some weed.... I told him I had a guy who could hook me up at a nearby bar. That they should follow me. They wanted to go uptown, but followed. I looked for an opportunity to just jump into a cab as I drifted a little behind them but it didn't present itself. So I took them to Posh, a cute midtown neighborhood queer bar. I first tried hiding in the bathroom, but was quickly sought out. I walked upstairs and asked if they wanted a drnk. They said they'd drink whatever, so I walked to the bar, hoping they'd stay where they were.
They did.
I leaned in and asked the bartender for a favor: "Point towards the other end of the bar like you're directing me to someone. And please don't ask me why."
He looked at me for a second. I could see him contemplating whether I was worth the effort.
He decided after a few seconds that I was and gestured me towards the other end of the bar. I walked there, and leaned in to talk to the person I determined look the nicest after a very quick scan of the bar.
"Excuse me, I know I sound insane but could you do me a favor? In about a second, two guys are gonna be following me out of here, can you stop them for just a few seconds so I can try to lose them."
There was no contemplation from this man. He gave me a polite smile, and then told me "Go now, I'll take care of it."
Out the front door I bolted. I ran as soon as I was outside. I felt a real sense of fear about going with these people. I ran towards 9th Avenue and tried to hail a cab mid run. I could hear that he'd already come out the bar, with my white knight running behind him still trying to keep him from running after me. I frantically tried to hail two cabs that passed because I looked like I was running from someone. They're not so white knight, about it; those New York City cabdrivers. Finally one stopped as the guy was just about 20 feet away from me.
I jumped into the cab and immediately shut the door just as he grabbed the handle.
"DRIVE!" I shouted.
"You got it!" He said, and slammed on the gas. As he did, my pursuer had opened the front passenger door, but decided to let it go as the cab sped up.
It's no wonder just on these things alone that my night later found me crying to a transvestite who lives in my hotel, and was remarkably wise.
But it was what happenened when I got back to the hotel anxious to tell Jamie the story of my adventure, and the good news that rent would be covered.
The first thing I saw when I walked in the door was a note on his bed, which was neatly made. "KEVIN" was on the front of the note.
I started crying before I even picked up the note. I knew what had happened.
The wise (and sweet) transvestite who wiped away my tears after I told her about what was in the note. But she told me what I already new deep down. He went back to figure out for good the situation with him and Seth. And to lighten the burden on me that I'd been carrying for us while he got a job. That he knew I could move into a single the next morning now and pay a lot less and that that's what he intended by leaving Saturday, while I was at work. She knew just from listening to me tell the story that I could be sad because for now, my best friend is gone from my day to day life again. After over a month of having him around for everything again, I knew it was gong to be a hard and painful adjustment. But he was doing what he felt he needed to do ... so I had to understand. Even if secretly I worry that I might have been at least partially responsible.
I looked at the rent money laying on the bed, and started crying as I read his note. I cried so hard until finally the alcohol numbed me into a slumber.
You ever have one of those nights where you actually cry yourself to sleep?
Well last night, was one of THOSE nights.
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