5.26.2008

Hot Tranny Mess : Gaycation 4.0

even though i haven’t been watching the latest season of bravo’s project runway where the phrase “hot tranny mess” apparently is accumulating great cache, my small knowledge of the workings of reality tv would suggest to me that the phrase “hot tranny mess” would not have half its cache unless it was uttered by certain person … in this case, a flamboyant young designer named Christian. Christian in a sense has become a "realty tv character" and being such embodies or typifies the whole cast of "characters" that were hodge-podged together into a “hot tranny mess” , aka my vacation to south beach and key west with two very good friends, who in a small attempt at protecting the not so innocent, i shall come up with pseudonyms for. so without furthere ado … the following is an account of the adventures of alex, carl, and eric. carl and eric decidedly will know who they are after reading the decidedly delicious recounting of a week of debauchery.
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pre-op tranny : the days leading up my vacation were characterized by a whole slough of weird occurrences. on the work front, it was somewhat bi-polar. since i left in the middle of the work week, i didn’t have the end of week rush but of course with my luck was still hit by an emergency that reared its head on tuesday at 4:00 pm (tuesday was my last work day that week mind you)… unfortunately, on the same day i also had a billion and one things to do, such as delivering my dog back and forth from the vet, dealing with a pest removal guy (i have raccoons in my house!), driving to Chinatown for lunch because i needed to do some personal paperwork with my accountant at the same time, having dinner with hector, packing for my trip, doing laundry for the trip before packing of course, and baking a freaking cake, etc etc ad infinatum. ok… so yeah the day before leaving for key west was a certifiable fucking hot tranny mess! i eventually got to bed at around 4 AM just to have to wake up 3 hours later to get to the airport … so undoubtedly the flight to Miami was pretty much a snoozer ... and thank god for that (also thank god that there were no delays or weirdness in flying as there often is with my luck).
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however, before i jump right into tranny operating, i will have to give an update to the slight change of lifestyle i was alluding to in the last blog entry. previously, i had mentioned three guys that i have sort of been “dealing with”… a clingy 21 year old, a refreshingly normal 25 year old, and a disastrously beautiful 32 year old. so i’ve gone out on two dates with the 25 year old and i have to say, there is a smidgen of connection, a decent chemistry on both a physical and personality level. i'm not sure if its exactly reciprocated though ... one of those, i dunno how he feels situations. its more than can be said for the 21 year old though, who unfortunately, i have to admit was “only” a decent lay … other than that, i really have no inclination to be around him. i’m such a louse of a man … but hey, i am a man right? anyways… 21 years old i realized really is a bit too young ... personality wise that is. furthermore, a recent occurrence has made me question even more if i’d really want to deal with the 21 year old further, but i’ll let you know about that in good time. i think i’d be up for another date with the 25 year old soon enough … but thats sort of complicated so we’ll see. and finally, even though i sort of lost track of the beautiful … and i mean beautiful ... 32 year old when i went on vacation, i immediately upon coming back re-connected with him. unfortunately, i found out that he is moving out of Houston soon! but he still wants to go on a date … so hey why not … i think he is very hot! and its not like i’m attached or anything! so i've got that on the cooker, we'll see what that will produce. AND … if you aren’t tired of hearing about this yet, i’ve met yet another hot young mess, aged 24 years, who i am going out with supposedly friday … he’s friendly, southern (from Tennessee!!), cute, and quite a sweet heart … so far. (oh yeah... so it's past friday now that i'm continuing to write this blog, and the said friday date never happened ... he's a bit weird and like many guys you meet off the internet ... your bullshit meter goes off a lot .... we'll see)
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the first cut is the deepest : upon getting off of the plane in miami , and walking out of the airport for a smoke, i immediately took in the amazing sight of sunny clear skies and palms trees up the wazoo … fuck it even smelled tropical. felt like i was in a fucking “tropical scent” air freshener commercial! i thought to myself, this vacation is definitely starting off on the right foot … i mean at least the weather is agreeable. since i was on the earliest flight into Miami out of the three muskateers, i had to wait for carl for about an hour or so. he finally got in and after our hello’s and it’s been so long’s, we immediately caught a cab, and gabbed about our lives while we were driven to our hotel. we found our hotel easily enough and upon checking in, we were refreshingly impressed about how non-disastrous the room was. now, the reason being for our concern was that on the website to which we made reservations, some of the comments of previous guests were quite well … vicious. so honestly we didn’t know what to expect. but you know, it wasn’t the four seasons but then again we didn’t pay $400 a night. the room was more than adequate. after settling our things down, we had a few hours to kill before eric came to, so carl and i made our way to the streets of south beach. basically we did some light street flanerie, walked on the beach, felt the warm sand around our toes, walked to the water’s edge and dipped our feet into the waves. man, is this paradise or what? we went back to the happening ocean drive, found a quaint little bistro, and had a snack and the first alcoholic drink of many many many that would follow.
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oh and of course, immediately, we noticed boys. boys boys boys! cute cute boys and well maybe not so cute ones as well. as the vacation developed, carl, eric, and i began giving nick names of sorts to the people we met on our vacation … and believe me, we ran into a ton of colorful characters as mentioned, ones that definitely deserved nicknames. anyways, the first hot boy (guy with red shorts sexily showering) was gorgeous … classic Miami latino gorgeousness and hunkiness.. then there was a disastrously cute waiter who unfortunately wasn’t serving us (instead we got the sketchy burn victim guy.. you see what i mean about nicknames?) carl and i eventually returned to the street, walked around some more, somehow came about a cute little pedestrian street called Espanola Way and summarily plopped ourselves down and had some more drinks. at this time in the trip i still thought it might be worth having some reserve about drinking (at least during the day)… but i would realize soon enough that that was a pipe dream. after Espanola Way, it was getting close to the time eric would be coming in, so carl and i decided to head back. a little funny story happened along the way that entailed me talking about how disgusting it was that people walked barefoot on the street and then 15 minutes later, have my own flip flops completely bust and therefore be forced to go barefoot … for 10 blocks. this was also the moment i think, that i learned of the phrase “hot tranny mess”. i was for sure, a hot tranny mess sans cheapo flip flops. we got back to the hotel and summarily decided to drink some more being inspired by others on/in the “solarium” of the hotel (it was a roof deck with a jucuzzi and some tables and chairs).
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we were soon joined by eric and after some hugs and hello’s and its been a long time’s, the three of us took showers, pimped ourselves out in uber gay fashion, and then headed to a fabulous dinner. dinner was indeed fabulous i have to say … with really delicious conversation … of distinctly sexual coloring. let’s just say that we learned new things about each other that i don’t think we ever expected. i specifically remember what carl said he did in savannah … OMG! haha, the idea of TMI totally went out the window during the vacation. i mean usually, i don’t personally give it too much deference because i don’t find sex in its various permutations (amongst mutually consenting sane adults) to be shameful or weird at all, so i therefore tend to share maybe a bit to much about what i’ve done and what i think. but with this trip, i think it was strategically used to learn all the shit and nasty on my two vacation buddies … at the end of the trip, i might wager that i was the one who walked away a proverbial angel! haha.

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so after a fulfilling dinner and a really strong lychee martini, we went to this bar called "halo" that eric knew of its sister incarnation in DC. halo was cute, not too packed ( i mean it was wednesday night) but there was some talent ... especially the bartender. yum. after a few drinks, we then moved to a bar/ club called "twist", which again was eric's suggestion. it was amusing seeing how eager eric was about going to some places that he had "researched". anyways... twist turned out to be well... interesting. concept wise it was kind of cool, basically seven bars strung together via sketchy little corridors. most of the bars were pretty dead except the back bar filled with hunky dancers all in black speedos. what made this bar interesting though was not only did the dancers show off their stuff on stage, apparently their rotating shifts included working the crowd, coming onto un-suspecting guys and offering "massages" or simply "lap dances" or... if they weren't getting any luck there, simply asking for "tips". man... the life of a miami dancer. sometimes it makes you wonder if being good looking is that worth it. guess it just depends on what your opportunities are. anyways, carl and i both got "hit on" in the course of the evening ... while eric seemed to be actively hitting on the dancers haha! no, actually eric did get hit on repeated ... like many many times .... by this guy we called "uranus" because apparently when asked where he was from ... answered as such. you're just asking for it then you know! so uranus guy wouldn't leave eric alone so there was the first of many amongst friends, dude... pretend to be my boyfriend ... haha! i did happen to get hit on funnily enough actually twice but as my luck is with these things ... its usually en route OUT of a bar or club that this happens. what's a boy to do?
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so feeling we had just inhaled in a few STDs at twist, we decided that that was enough for our first night, we didn't want to go all the way just now of course. an amazingly delicious late night pizza snack and a shower later, our first day in paradise finally came to an end.
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our second day in miami started at the decent hour of like uh... noon. we hit the beautiful BEAUTIFUL beach which was literally a 5 minute walk away, first getting a rejuvenating breakfast, looking at boys boys boys, and then finally finding a nice spot on the beach to try to get a tan. we each had varying levels of success with this endeavor i have to say. eventually i think i came away from the whole vacation with a nice glow that lasted a few days .... but then again, i'm the darkest of the three to begin with ... i'm just glad i didn't burn is all! haha. carl got a nice bronzing but being as white as he is, i think he rocked the tan ... for a day. eric is snow white as far as i am concerned, and he remained wonder bread throughout the trip ... to his chagrin. on the beach though, we definitely found some people that would have put us to shame ... but hey, they are probably natives and sit in the sun everyday! it was a beautiful beach though, and the water was so perfect!
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starting to feel the "tingle" of impending skin cancer, we decided to call it quits. we each had some respective errands to run so we took our leave of each other. i had to go find a bank, which i never did, and to get flip flops, remember the hot tranny mess the day before? carl eventually joined me for that and we kind of hung around together and then met up with eric. this evening, we again got pretty ... carl let me do his hair ... and i have to tell you... he was hot with a psuedo faux hawk... yummilicious! then we mozied ourselves to a even more fabulous resturant called Tantra. it was fantatsic... kind of indian fusion hip place that carpets its foyer in REAL grass... haha... sort of smelled like a barn though. haha. anyways, it was a great GREAT meal and kind of blew the bank... but whatever, its vacation! and again, it was nice ocnversation ... slightly a little more tame bacuse we were placed in the table literally in the center of the room, either the dork table or the hot boys table, i choose to believe the latter.
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we left the restaurant and started walking towards the two bars that uranus guy's friend had mentioned to us, a place called palace and then a place called score. palace we never found, but we soon found score ... and to our chagrin, it had been seized by lesbians.... eeewwww! this became a laughable, sort of "theme" of our trip ... crazy lesbians who were intent on ruining our vacation and all gay mens' vacations for that matter! i mean ... they took over a gay bar! sulking, we plopped ourselves down at halo again, which was actually a little better than the night before and the talent majorly improved. there were so many nicknames flying around that night! the high point of my night in some way was being able to talk to one of the HOTTEST guys in the bar, whom eric and i were totally scoping, and the guy totally knew we were, and loved it. i went out for a cigarette and while smoking, someone asked me for a bum, i was like whatever, and then handing the cigarette to him, i realized it was HOT guy! haha, i chatted him up for a few and luckily enough found out where the shit was happening that night.
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oh, at halo, we also met four other characters added to this hot tranny mess. a threesome we termed the DC Trio whom will eventually come in and out of our vacation drama because strangely enough they had almost the same itenrary, that is going (and leaving) Key West at the same time. they even had the same return flight as eric. anyways, carl was a gab whore and all he could do was talk to our new friends, especially one we ended up calling the scottsman (earlier in the night) and then viper chipmunk (later in the night). the dc trio composed of an entertaining, yet loud italian twink (actually they were all twinks) named enzo, who despite rubbing me the wrong way at first, turned out to be the most endearing of the three. the other two we called birdboy because well he looked like a bird... and apparently a silent bird at that, and the last we called paul newman (at first... because he looks liek paul newman). so after i found out where to go from the hot guy outside, us seven mozied over to the place ... called "buck fifteen", whatever that is suppose to imply.
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it was PACKED! it felt almost like a frat party funny enough... a gay frat party that is! and like your frat brothers back in college, within five minutes of getting to the place, they leave you with strangers and go off to do the nasty. carl took his little boy toy viper chipmunk into the corner to make out ... or something. and eric became a sleezy ho and stalked the crowd, focused on a dude we met in line we termed "the rock"... because well... he looked like "the rock". so i was stuck entertaining the dc trio, which was ok at the time, because i sort of was into paul newman and was chatting him up a bit. i could tell it wasn't really going anywhere though, but whatever, the music was really good and i had a good time dancing. eventually carl came over and told me that "they" were leaving... aka him and viper chipmunk. honestly a little taken aback at first, i figured its vacation and if carl wants to go home with a viper chipmunk, that's his fun. so me and eric were left since the DC trio had decided to call it quits as well. as anyone who's gone to a gay club will know, the later it gets, the way more sketchier it gets... drugs, sex, etc. eric was being adamant about making "the rock" acknowledge his existence (albeit "the rock" already saying that he had a boyfriend... with him right there!) ... so i decided not to cock block eric and left. the walk home was a little depressing to be honest ( i mean i've had just been psuedo ditched by mud peeps) but my spirits were picked up immediately relishing on that same pizza we had the night before. i thought that i would just be hitting the sheets without much fan fare, but as i was just getting ready to go to bed, eric walks in having given up the chase as well without any game (the club became even too sketchy for him when people were passing around bumps of coke) and soon enough carl walked in, but with an interesting story that entailed potentially missing bits and pieces of himself ( the usual pieces you know ... like self respect ... haha! just kidding, i mean who goes out on the town with it anyways?? ).
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open that bitch up : the next morning, we left miami without much ado except for a funny incident. after we had gotten the rental car and soon found out that the exit to the highway to key west was blocked (literally blocked) by some party ... we figured of course it must be a lesbian party since we were convinced they were out to get us! the road trip itself was relatively uneventful except for a moment where we all thought we would die from starvation : if there is one thing i know, it is when to eat to avoid hunger ... the boyz should have listened to me! we eventually relished the last snack bar that eric kept in his bag... that and gum satiated us for a bit longer, until we came upon a restaurant. anyways, the rest of the drive to key west was beautiful indeed ... it was so nice to see actually blue water again ... the gulf of mexico near houston is more brown and green. we got into key west easily enough, found our rental cottage (so cute!), and simply just hung out and rested for a while.
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carl got it in his head to go for a run, and so i accompanied him. it was a great run, and it got a chance for us to show the key westians our hot sweaty bodies... haha, yeah. after the run, we met up again with eric and we got ready to go to dinner ... a cutesy mexican place where we talked about... well, guess what ... sex and boys .. big surprise. after dinner we then went on our entertaining bar crawl of sorts for the evening. the thing about key west we realized, is that the selection in bars... and in hot men... was quite quite quite limited. i mean, we kept thinking and asking ... where are the hotties, but conversely in was kind of nice ... to be.... the hotties. haha.
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it was almost comical, that with every bar we went to in search of something more entertaining than the first one we went to (Bourbon Street Pub), things got sketchier and sketchier .... it actually sort of felt like new orleans southern decadence in a way... very seedy. we actually were in this one bar for maybe two minutes and i went to look for the restroom, i came upon a curtained doorway in the back where i assumed led to the bathroom... upon entering i see one of the patrons getting blown by i guess one of the "dancers" ... great! oh excuse me. haha. we summarily left. haha.
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but that wasn't the end of the festivities that evening for sure. we weventually ended up staying at bourbon street pub for the rest of the evening / morning, because despite its lameness, it was the least sketchy bar while we were sober... as the night progressed and i got more and more drunk, well, everything was fun and its a surprise i didn't end up in that curtained off area in teh other bar. again we met so many characters! right after dinner, we met the "latin princess" who we eventually found out was part of the group that was doing "naked boys singing" in key west. hey we met famous people... woooo. he was loud, but fun ... think enzo on steroids. people in general were friendly i have to say, very friendly. my cold shoulder treatment aka new york attitude, came off a bit harsh to some people apparently ... whatever, there really wasn't that many people i cared to talk to anyways. anyways, the one thing i can think of that typified that friday night in key west for me was "disappointment in men" .... go figure right? what else is there to know about gay men?
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so it all started when we were going to meet up with the dc trio ... again. i personally was looking forward at giving another shot to mr. paul newman... who was so cute, so americana corn fed yumminess! anyways, i guess i set myself up for that one putting him on such a pedastal which he immediately tumbled down from once we met at the bar, and within 2 minutes of saying hello he goes off and hooks up with some seriously nasty dudes. ok, from that moment on, "paul newman" got renamed into "double dicking slutty whore boy".... haha... since he was hooking up with two (nasty!) guys. whatever, what did i see in him to begin with? but he wasn't the ONLY disappointment.... no, i also eyed a yummy "leather daddy" ... who although hot and maybe checking me out too ... decided to dance and of course danced like a girl. he was hotter just standing still. and sexy yummy "chemistry teacher" dancer turned out to be not so hot even though he liked showing his dick because he was balding .... that pretty much does it in for me, no friar tuck "halo" for me please. if any of this doesn't make sense to you, don't worry it doesn't for me as i typed this... haha. it was such a fun night.
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if there was eveer a moment in my life that i drank to forget my troubles, i think it was that night. taken aback by having my perfect boy paul newman disintegrate in front of my very eyes, i honestly felt kind of shitty ... and so i drank. now i don't usually drink when i felt shitty, but it was the only thing i could think of to do that night ... so from being lightly buzzed, i was on the sharp slope of falling into drunken oblivion. my lot in life though has made me have almost impeccable memory even when completely drunk. so i remember the details of carl staying with me most of the time, while i pumped first loads and loads of self-deprecating chatter out about myself, and then, when the shit really hit the fan, just loads and loads of vomit. interspersed somewhere was stumbling to cvs for more cigarettes and then flopping like a fish out of water on the bathroom floor.
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i don't think i have EVER vomited that much in one go!
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despite not being the best way to end an evening of revelry, i will tell you one thing. throwing all that vile stuff up, was the only reason why the next morning ... when i luckily woke up, i felt really like a new man. i felt so good i went for a fucking run, and then cooked breakfast for the boys. i had not an ounce of cynicism about men and whory boys left in me ... it had all been thrown up out. thank god for good friends who put up with that drunk shit.
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the second day in key west resembled our second day in miami ... that is... BEACH time! it was great.... we went to this beach called smather's beach where funny enough we saw the greatest concentration of hot boys we had yet to see in key west, unfortuantely they were all straight. but oh well, we were willing to settle for just eye candy nowadays. anyways, smather's was lovely, the sand was beautiful, there was palms trees for light shade, the sky was clear and it was sunny and warm, and there was refreshing ocean breeze! fucking nirvana dude. the water itself was interesting as there was a broad shelf that was covered in seaweed that if you trudged gingerly through (it was like walking in slimy quicksand) you came upon the small outcropping where you could sit in the water and it was just enough to cover your mid torso. the water was clear there and it was just so beautiful. a little moment with god so to speak.
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we boys worked on our varying degrees of tan-ness for about an hour or two and when things were starting to get kind of toasty we planned the rest of our day ... go shopping for groceries for a fabulous dinner (made by me of course!) and then have dinner, chill out, and then of course hit the bars ... again! right there and then i had decided to have a drinking respite that night since i was such a alcohol whore the night before .... and to my chagrin, the boys really took that to heart and got trashed themselves since of course now that i was designated nurse / drunk person shepherd. anyways, cooking dinner was a lengthy affair ... the kitchen in the cottage was certainly not Top Chef so it took me a while to get things done with my limited resources. but it was lovely dinner i will say myself. Peanut Satay chicken with sauteed peppars on jasmine rice. Sweet potato mash. sausage and cream cheese stuffed mushrooms. butter sauteed asparagus. butternut squash soup. pretty simple, a lot of the stuff semi-packaged ... but still oh so yummy. and its nice to impress the boys too and to thank them, especially carl for putting up with my silliness the night before (but knowing they'd be making such fools of themselves later that evening, i probably didn't have to cook them dinner to thank them).
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doctor, we have complications : so... after dinner, we rested for a bit and repeated the previous evening all over again. but this time, it was my turn to be sober. (not that it was really anybody's "turn" but since i was such a lush, somebody had to take responsibility). anyways ... a little quick update... in reality, it's like 2 weeks later ... so i need to wrap this bitch up.
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anyways, short story of the second night in key west basically involved us going to just the one bar that was not too sketchy. we actually didn't meet the corn-cobbers that night but that was ok because their were plenty of other characters. there were so many weirdo i think its best actually to just gloss all over them except for one particular character we will simply call ... "eric, you know he's a stripper" guy. so basicly eric was enraptured by a stripper at the bar who granted was cute... but come on ... he was a stripper. anyways, to be honest i was pretty patient the first night with these shennaigans and the second night i was pretty patient as well ... hell, i even gave both carl and eric dollar bills tos tick in the nasty dancers' underwear. the thing is though, eric didn't care he was a stripper, he has this "saviour complex" ... he wants to be fucking christ and change the "bad boy" good. you know... he will admit this too ... he takes the plot of the movie "trick" and imagines it to be actually ... like... real... life.
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so the boys drink and drink and drink some more. by 2 am, the sketch factor increased exponentially... and by that time, i actually had lost the taste for alcohol and actually for once stopped drinking. however, since i was the only sober one in a mile radius of the place, i got to see the national geographic show unfolding in front of me... especially the show of eric continuously trying to get the attention of the stripper... and it worked, but eric wasn't satisfied with the various nod of attention and such ... he wanted to go home with him ... and make the stripper an angel. haha. ok... so the thing is carl is getting kind of annoyed because he's drunk. we FINALLY leave the place maybe 2:30 ish i think and i swear it just went downhill from there!
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both of these boys are drunk, walking in different directions at different paces, and mutually annoyed at the other. somehow i coral them into denny's... someone suggested it and i figure some food would be good. now the funny drama is that after ordering eric says he needs to go home to get his "lactase" pills... and i'm like fuck ... there is only one of me you know. luckily enough some boys we met at the aforementioned bar stopped by and i pleaded with the guy... dude, do me a favor and just watch after my friend here while i walk with my other tenacious friend back home to get his fucking milk piils. AIYAH! and while we walking home, eric constantly is telling me he is fine and to go back and look after carl... yeah... right. he also trie dto walk ferociously fast (which really wasn't) figuring he could "lose me"... you know, drunk logic. we finally get home, get the pills, walk back to denny's and lo and behold carl is surrounded not only by the boys we met in the bar but also by a couple that eric was trying to get into a threeway with ... i guess the stripper didn't pan out ... depsite eric drunk dialing him telling him he wants to fucking meet... great! haha... the rest of the meal was pretty uneventful and interesting at the same time. it's like when your no gas light comes on while you are driving on the highway... everything in general is OK except you never know when the shit is really gonna hit the fan.
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post meal, we all make it back home, carl goes to the fridge and starts drinking a beer... great. and eric is trying to find various positions to get to bed ... first on the couch, then in a failed attempt to brush his teeth on the bathroom floor, and then in a failed attempt to charge his phone, on the floor next to his luggage... great! at least he wasn't moving anymore. carl had some shit to dish which actually went pretty smoothly and he took a shower and went to bed by himself easily enough ... i think in general he was more exhausted than drunk.
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so yes... i returned the favor from the previous night.
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clean up and close up : the last day and night in key west. time seemed to stand still strangely in key west. before i went, a co-worker mentioned a concept called "island time" ... basically that everything went so much slower. the thing is... i'm not exactly sure if it went slower ... but for some reason, after just three days in key west, i had the feeling that i had lived a lifetime almost there. it was very odd. anyways, the boys woke up without much incident the next morning, we had coffee and breakfast and the rest of the day was spent doing some actual tourist type things. we went to go see various "famous" houses in key west that overall was entertaining. we wrapped up the daytime with hanging out and watching the sunset ... which was cute. then we had a FABULOUS dinner at the place along the coast... it was very romantic, except you were with two other strictly platonic friends. the funny thing about this place was that eventhough the food was phenomenol... the service was a little weird... and again, we blamed the lesbians who apparently didn't believe people could have potato allergies and apparently were unwilling to subsitute rice for it ... and hostess whom feigned difficulty at finding your reservation when you could see it on the book yourself ... saying with some disdain ... i'll see what we can do for you. ha... great.
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so dinner was full and actually i think i would have been happy to just call it a night .... but well, eric really wanted to screw the stripper so third time in a row, we went back to bourbon street pub, where this evening we encountered the corn cobbers ... i summarily (and pretty obviously) dismissed paul newman aka double dicked slutty whore. i have a gift i've realized, of overtly dismissing people ... its the queen in me... haha. anyways, this was my last night in key west and in comparison to the two before regarding eric's fascination with the stripper whore, i was pretty catty tonight. actually both me and carl became snooty charlottes (from sex and the city)... tsk tsking at eric's behavior. the highlight of my experience in that bar was that carl and i actually chatted up the bartender who shared our tsk tsking and was actually quite a doll to chat with.
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it was actually sort of amusing how when i drink, i become very honest about my NEGATIVE opinions about other people... and very self-righteous as well. anyways, carl and i basically came to the conclusion that if eric wanted to go play screw the whore, that was his life, so we left the lovely bartender and us two called it a night ... at least at the bar. we continued our drinking trying to finish both beers and cigarettes back on our little vacation cottage deck being interuppted once by eric stumbling home... making me feel as if he was gonna give up... but later i found out he came home just to drop off his wallet to ensure that he wasn't going to end up paying for sex .... hmmm... great. as long as no money's exchanged, the dancer isn't a whore... just a slut. at the time all i knew was him saying it was hot and i assumed he was going inside for air conditioning ... when he left and didn't come back ... well, put two and two together.
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i had a great time with carl .. i love these little gaycations and this one was a little unique in the sense that i got chance to really learn a bit more about what's going through carl's mind and life and also of course to share my own trials and tribulations. it was good. eric, i love him as much as i can for having met him only three times or so in my life... but he's a character, and he's gonna have to walk down a certain path in life, that i wish (personally)he wouldn't ... but ... its his life. and by the way, eric didn't come home until eight the next morning and depsite having bits and pieces of the evening to piece together... i actually kind of don't want to do it.
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it was a little sad leaving key west. we cleaned up the house, ate a little breakfast, had coffee, and got our car ... relatively unceremoniously left the place and hopefully did not bring anything back except good memories with good friends... and some characters. the drive back was fairly ordinary except for realizing that miami's roads are completely incomprehensible and illogical. we finally found the car return place and made it to the airport. we said our goodbyes and i hoped to not have to wait another year to see them both again. my flight back to texas was uneventful thank god and that evening i tidied up my home a bit and actually took it easy as i had given myself two more days off after returning.
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gaycation v4.0 ... complete hot tranny mess ... but with good friends ... everything is good.

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