Friday's at the Wave are called "Indie Night" or "Secret Dance Night." DJ Danny always spins a great mix of electro, 80's, and really good indie rock that everyone loves to dance to. I somehow ended up at the Wave again last night.
Let me preface this club experience by the evening's earlier events. I worked until five. I had a beer with my entreprenuer boss lady and her husband. "It's Friday!" she screamed, making the beers a necessary ritual, completely right and justified by a week's worth of hard toiling in her upstairs office. I finished the beer and a cigarette out back before returning to the interior of the house. We spoke in the kitchen about the ab's diet and how well it worked. Her husband cut out to pick up Chinese take out for dinner, and I left at the same time, leaving her to her family.
I drove directly to Victoria's house, beating her there. Her mother let me in. I was still in my work clothes, and quite uncomfortable at this point. I was wet, tired, and hungry.
"Are you hungry?" she asked.
"I'm starved actually, but I have a pear and some bottled water."
"We had pancakes tonight, you sure you don't want me to fix you some?" Lord, I love this woman.
"Okay, that sounds great." I was thrilled to learn I'd be refuelling.
I went upstairs and changed my clothes. I ate those two pancakes that were not leftovers as I had suspected, but made from leftover batter. I finished those as Victoria came home. The plan was that we (Victoria, her sister Caitlin, LeeAnn, and me) would ride together to go to a sex toy party being thrown by one of Caitlin's long time friends.
Victoria drove my car when we learned that there would be alcohol at the party. She had never driven my car before, and was a little hesitant having that liability. She drove, and I programmed the in-dash navigation to take us to this foreign destination. We got to the party early. I quickly began devouring mexican bean dip with tortilla chips, fixing a margarita and grabbing a seat on the black leather sectional.
I entertained the women who put on the party. I watched as other girls spilled their drinks on the floor in the cramped room. The large girl speaking about the products tripped over my feet twice. She shouldn't have worn those metallic gold pointy stilettos. The dog Missy walked by, wagging her bony little tail, taking out one margarita on the table in the process. It was the second drink down. The girl who hosted was surely relieved to have hard wood floors. She had to take the Swiffer mop out not once but twice. The show and tell portion of the presentation was wrapped up, and one by one, individual orders were placed in the privacy of a seperate room. The girls ordered and I ate some taquitos.
The plan was to go to the Wave for Secret Dance Night. A truck pulled up with John and Michael inside. Victoria was in the driver's seat of my car, letting it warm up quietly in the dark. Caitlin's boyfriend brought her money to pay her cover charge, and Michael, Victoria's man, joined in my car, seating now at maximum capacity. Victoria took me back to my house and dropped me off. She took Michael back to John's house to grab his ID and was supposed to come back to get me after he retrieved it. She came back to get me with no Michael. LeeAnn was taken to her car so she could get ready. I had changed and resituated my face, accenting minor details in ways far too subtle to be noticeable in low light. Victoria and Caitlin got dressed and I sat on Vic's bed, watching the metamorphosis. Victoria tried on several things before settling on a pair of light gray skinny leg jeans, black patent leather pointy stilettos, and a bright orange long tank top. She coupled her ensemble with silver earrings that looked like wings, one in each ear. Vic teased her hair, messing it up just enough to look like she had a night of rough, but amazing sex. I painted her eyelids, giving her a smokey sultry look. She finished her makeup, and gave Caitlin a set of pearls to wear.
We arrived a little after eleven. It was dead. There was no line to get in. We walked around and waited in the back bar area for a crowd to gather. After midnight the bodies started filling the bar. Girls in dual colored leggings and miniskirts littered the bar. The guys with the longneck beers weren't far behind, checking out every skinny girl's ass in a 20 ft. radius.
I spotted a small sector of the small high school crew. There was the skinny tall straight girl, a shorter lesbian that I used to work with, and my 105% gay. The 105 guy cozied up to me like he was a long lost best friend, but nothing of the sort. I dislike him for denying his sexuality in highschool, being difficult, and not accepting himself. He's fine now and doesn't bring up the sexuality issue. It's just an assumed thing that doesn't come up anymore. I talked briefly and asked if the boys had fun the night before. They walked off after a few minutes. I hit the dance floor with the girls and we rocked out. Even without being lit, I had a good time. The music was a good mix, so it made for a decent night. While dancing, I looked over to see my lunch-mate. This time he was dancing on 105. The two were grinding in ways that would make any nun pass out and vomit on themself. I was happy to see that he was definitely feelin' men, but concerned that he was dancing with 105. I ignored the two and kept on dancing, smiling as much as I could. The time progressed and the girls and I found ourselves at a back bar table. Lunch boy came up to our group, all by himself. He took an active interest, asking me about my brother and my best friend from high school. He lit up a Marlboro red and I lit up a Marlboro menthol. He asked me if I wanted to step out to the patio. I found it strange, but honored his request. It was cold out. He sat in a chair and pulled one over close to him for me to park myself in. I listened to him. He told me his work schedule. He told me, "I meant to get back with you," talking about when we used to message each other. I wanted to smile, but held it in. He said when he'd be available for lunch or dinner. He paid attention to me and only me for those few minutes. I asked him what he was doing the next day since he said he is off on Wednesdays, Saturdays, and Sundays. He said, "I have a date at four. Dinner and a movie." He didn't say whether it was with a guy or a girl, and I didn't want to push the envelope. "Are you seeing anyone?" he asked curiously, not inquisitively.
"No, I'm not," I didn't look at him in the eyes (I didn't want to look overly interested), "I just got out of a relationship."
"Was it long-term?" he asked.
I thought for a second and responded, "Well, it was supposed to be." I smiled and he laughed out loud. I joined in for a while.
I told him I'd most likely be at the Wave again since I'm sure Ryan will want to go tonight. He said that when he's done with his date, he'll give me a call and hang out. I'm not holding my breath. Lunch boy is a year younger than me. He's taller than me. He's built husky. He's got muscles, and a comfortable body at the same time. He's the kind of guy I'd love to fall asleep with. He has arms that would feel great around me. I can't think of such things though. After a while, he went back in to see what his friends were up to. The club was dying slowly. The music got progressively worse.
"I'm ready to go when you are." Victoria was the first to speak when I met back up with her.
I grabbed her hand and motioned to her sister. Before saying any goodbyes to 105 or lunch boy, we slipped out.
In the car I joked with Vic about the lunch boy.
"I never thought he was like that. You can't even tell," said Vic.
"I know, but that's exactly the kind of guy I want to be with," I replied. I changed my voice and spoke sweetly, "I'd cook for him and clean up after him and make him the happiest man alive."
I laughed.
"Don't force it!" Victoria joked.
But in all honestly, ever since I heard the rumor that this friend was a big closet case, he's been on my mind. A lot at first, but I lost touch with him and put him on the back burner. Now that burner is boiling over and I don't know what to do. I'm going to play it by ear, be casual and friendly, and keep the door open for him in case he wants to come in and keep me company for a while. He seemed interested enough. On the way home I sent him a text message telling him that it was good seeing him out again and to drive home safely. Goodnight. He responded.
"u too. nite bud" I beamed from ear to ear and read it aloud to Victoria and Caitlin. LeeAnn had driven seperately. She danced a bit that night but cut out early.
I dropped Vic and her sister back at their house. I came home and crashed.
Let me preface this club experience by the evening's earlier events. I worked until five. I had a beer with my entreprenuer boss lady and her husband. "It's Friday!" she screamed, making the beers a necessary ritual, completely right and justified by a week's worth of hard toiling in her upstairs office. I finished the beer and a cigarette out back before returning to the interior of the house. We spoke in the kitchen about the ab's diet and how well it worked. Her husband cut out to pick up Chinese take out for dinner, and I left at the same time, leaving her to her family.
I drove directly to Victoria's house, beating her there. Her mother let me in. I was still in my work clothes, and quite uncomfortable at this point. I was wet, tired, and hungry.
"Are you hungry?" she asked.
"I'm starved actually, but I have a pear and some bottled water."
"We had pancakes tonight, you sure you don't want me to fix you some?" Lord, I love this woman.
"Okay, that sounds great." I was thrilled to learn I'd be refuelling.
I went upstairs and changed my clothes. I ate those two pancakes that were not leftovers as I had suspected, but made from leftover batter. I finished those as Victoria came home. The plan was that we (Victoria, her sister Caitlin, LeeAnn, and me) would ride together to go to a sex toy party being thrown by one of Caitlin's long time friends.
Victoria drove my car when we learned that there would be alcohol at the party. She had never driven my car before, and was a little hesitant having that liability. She drove, and I programmed the in-dash navigation to take us to this foreign destination. We got to the party early. I quickly began devouring mexican bean dip with tortilla chips, fixing a margarita and grabbing a seat on the black leather sectional.
I entertained the women who put on the party. I watched as other girls spilled their drinks on the floor in the cramped room. The large girl speaking about the products tripped over my feet twice. She shouldn't have worn those metallic gold pointy stilettos. The dog Missy walked by, wagging her bony little tail, taking out one margarita on the table in the process. It was the second drink down. The girl who hosted was surely relieved to have hard wood floors. She had to take the Swiffer mop out not once but twice. The show and tell portion of the presentation was wrapped up, and one by one, individual orders were placed in the privacy of a seperate room. The girls ordered and I ate some taquitos.
The plan was to go to the Wave for Secret Dance Night. A truck pulled up with John and Michael inside. Victoria was in the driver's seat of my car, letting it warm up quietly in the dark. Caitlin's boyfriend brought her money to pay her cover charge, and Michael, Victoria's man, joined in my car, seating now at maximum capacity. Victoria took me back to my house and dropped me off. She took Michael back to John's house to grab his ID and was supposed to come back to get me after he retrieved it. She came back to get me with no Michael. LeeAnn was taken to her car so she could get ready. I had changed and resituated my face, accenting minor details in ways far too subtle to be noticeable in low light. Victoria and Caitlin got dressed and I sat on Vic's bed, watching the metamorphosis. Victoria tried on several things before settling on a pair of light gray skinny leg jeans, black patent leather pointy stilettos, and a bright orange long tank top. She coupled her ensemble with silver earrings that looked like wings, one in each ear. Vic teased her hair, messing it up just enough to look like she had a night of rough, but amazing sex. I painted her eyelids, giving her a smokey sultry look. She finished her makeup, and gave Caitlin a set of pearls to wear.
We arrived a little after eleven. It was dead. There was no line to get in. We walked around and waited in the back bar area for a crowd to gather. After midnight the bodies started filling the bar. Girls in dual colored leggings and miniskirts littered the bar. The guys with the longneck beers weren't far behind, checking out every skinny girl's ass in a 20 ft. radius.
I spotted a small sector of the small high school crew. There was the skinny tall straight girl, a shorter lesbian that I used to work with, and my 105% gay. The 105 guy cozied up to me like he was a long lost best friend, but nothing of the sort. I dislike him for denying his sexuality in highschool, being difficult, and not accepting himself. He's fine now and doesn't bring up the sexuality issue. It's just an assumed thing that doesn't come up anymore. I talked briefly and asked if the boys had fun the night before. They walked off after a few minutes. I hit the dance floor with the girls and we rocked out. Even without being lit, I had a good time. The music was a good mix, so it made for a decent night. While dancing, I looked over to see my lunch-mate. This time he was dancing on 105. The two were grinding in ways that would make any nun pass out and vomit on themself. I was happy to see that he was definitely feelin' men, but concerned that he was dancing with 105. I ignored the two and kept on dancing, smiling as much as I could. The time progressed and the girls and I found ourselves at a back bar table. Lunch boy came up to our group, all by himself. He took an active interest, asking me about my brother and my best friend from high school. He lit up a Marlboro red and I lit up a Marlboro menthol. He asked me if I wanted to step out to the patio. I found it strange, but honored his request. It was cold out. He sat in a chair and pulled one over close to him for me to park myself in. I listened to him. He told me his work schedule. He told me, "I meant to get back with you," talking about when we used to message each other. I wanted to smile, but held it in. He said when he'd be available for lunch or dinner. He paid attention to me and only me for those few minutes. I asked him what he was doing the next day since he said he is off on Wednesdays, Saturdays, and Sundays. He said, "I have a date at four. Dinner and a movie." He didn't say whether it was with a guy or a girl, and I didn't want to push the envelope. "Are you seeing anyone?" he asked curiously, not inquisitively.
"No, I'm not," I didn't look at him in the eyes (I didn't want to look overly interested), "I just got out of a relationship."
"Was it long-term?" he asked.
I thought for a second and responded, "Well, it was supposed to be." I smiled and he laughed out loud. I joined in for a while.
I told him I'd most likely be at the Wave again since I'm sure Ryan will want to go tonight. He said that when he's done with his date, he'll give me a call and hang out. I'm not holding my breath. Lunch boy is a year younger than me. He's taller than me. He's built husky. He's got muscles, and a comfortable body at the same time. He's the kind of guy I'd love to fall asleep with. He has arms that would feel great around me. I can't think of such things though. After a while, he went back in to see what his friends were up to. The club was dying slowly. The music got progressively worse.
"I'm ready to go when you are." Victoria was the first to speak when I met back up with her.
I grabbed her hand and motioned to her sister. Before saying any goodbyes to 105 or lunch boy, we slipped out.
In the car I joked with Vic about the lunch boy.
"I never thought he was like that. You can't even tell," said Vic.
"I know, but that's exactly the kind of guy I want to be with," I replied. I changed my voice and spoke sweetly, "I'd cook for him and clean up after him and make him the happiest man alive."
I laughed.
"Don't force it!" Victoria joked.
But in all honestly, ever since I heard the rumor that this friend was a big closet case, he's been on my mind. A lot at first, but I lost touch with him and put him on the back burner. Now that burner is boiling over and I don't know what to do. I'm going to play it by ear, be casual and friendly, and keep the door open for him in case he wants to come in and keep me company for a while. He seemed interested enough. On the way home I sent him a text message telling him that it was good seeing him out again and to drive home safely. Goodnight. He responded.
"u too. nite bud" I beamed from ear to ear and read it aloud to Victoria and Caitlin. LeeAnn had driven seperately. She danced a bit that night but cut out early.
I dropped Vic and her sister back at their house. I came home and crashed.
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