Tuesday, Mary 27th - The Weekend That Was

Happiness is taking a four day weekend and not having any voice mail on your work phone. I'm just going to sit and revel in that for a moment.

Ah...

As expected, this weekend was pretty busy, but it was more about unexpected events than it was for anything that was on the official Mean Girls group scheduling.

Carb Day on Friday was pretty much a bust. After initially thinking it was going to be a pretty nice day with ample opportunity for shirtless hot guys to stalk, the reality became that it rained pretty much the entire time.

If anyone needs any indication that the Indy 500 is going to be more popular now that the Indy Racing League and Champ Car series have merged, then the almost three hour wait to get into the track on Friday, despite the rain, should be as good of an indicator as any. Luckily for Blanche, Mom, and myself, the cooler was in the car with us, which meant Blanche got to drink some beer on the way, and I was able to partake in the Bourbon, Rum, and Godiva Liqueur balls that I had made for a tailgate dessert.

By the time we reached the infield, the rain was pretty much a constant, and after huddling under the tent with Liberty, Stan, Stella, and some other people that I am not giving blog names to, we decided that the rainy day filled with binge drinking and the possibility of utilizing a beer bong at our advanced ages, was just not a compelling enough reason to stay. So, we packed ourselves up and went to Olly's for some coffee and munchies. Maestro met up with us after his final day of school ended, and we just kind of hung out for a while before parting ways to meet up later for normal Friday festivities.

After puttering around my apartment, I met up with Blanche, Maestro, Mom, and Yoplait at Metro around 10:30, and we proceeded to consume liquor. Maestro was enjoying an expensive evening of Jamison Whiskey, which made him be fairily talkative and hilariously chipper. I think I know what he'll be getting for his birthday this year! After we moved on to Greg's, we were surprised to see that it was pretty crowded. We weren't sure what to expect because a large group of the usual crowd was in Chicago this weekend for the International Male Leather convention, which is pretty much exactly the picture your brain is currently painting. However, we got to interact with people we do not always get the opportunity to, and it ended up being a pretty fun night. Plus, we got an invite to a party Saturday night at the same house we attended the Hillary party at before the Indiana primary.

I spent most of the day on Saturday doing laundry, because I had not done it for two weeks. Since Saturday was also the 500 Festival Parade, which attracted 250,000 people to the downtown area, it was kind of nice to get out of Dodge and avoid all that craziness. Around 6:30, I met up with Blanche and Maestro to go out to Xena's house for a Rock Band party. Since I am new to Guitar Hero and Rock Band isn't even out for the Wii yet, I wasn't really sure what to expect, but despite an underwhelming song selection (at least for the gays), it was a pretty damn good time. For those of you who haven't played it, Rock Band is pretty much Guitar Hero with all the rest of the instruments thrown in. So, you can sit around with your friends playing guitar, bass, drums, and vocals. It is pretty sweet, but with a price nearly as much as a console and the need for a pretty large room to put up everything, I'm not sure if I will necessarily be buying it. Xena will have to have us over to rawk again sometime soon, especially if they come out with a Gay Anthem's Edition. Oh yeah, I can also rock out on vocals for "Celebrity Skin" and "I Think I'm Paranoid". Ah, liquor....

We left Xena's around 10 and headed to the other party. It was a Memorial Day themed military party, which was surprising in the number of guys who showed up in military garb. Since I didn't have any nor did I plan on going out and buying some, I forgot to mention to Romeo that there was a theme. Whoops! However, since we were all in normal clothes, at least we stuck out together. I've never really gotten the fetishist notion of military uniforms. Sure, a hot guy in a uniform is almost insanely hot, but if you put camouflage on a twink, it's still going to look like camo on a twink. But hey, to each his own. The party was packed with the usual people, sans the ones still at IML in Chicago (I am sensing a fetish theme for the weekend), and after inbibing on the free alcohol and securing an invite to another party on Sunday, we walked over to Greg's for the rest of the night.

On Sunday morning, Romeo, Blanche, and I decided to reconvene at Olly's for brunch before heading over a pool party at the Trump's house (stealing this blog name from Romeo). The Trumps are a local couple who frequently host parties during the summer, and I suppose this is more evidence on our recent social climbing that we have been invited to be a part of these events. Anyway, I was a bit late because I was having a clothing crisis. I haven't actually been in a pool for a few years. So, I wasn't sure if any of my suits were going to fit. Luckily, I found some trunks that didn't look too terrible, and I was on my way to meet up with the boys. After eating, we all piled into the Romeo-mobile and went over to the party.

It was actually very nice to sit outside and listen to the race. I've never been the type of person who enjoys sitting around and doing nothing, be it at the pool or at the beach, but that is pretty much what we did all afternoon. Well, we also drank...big shocker on that front. I eventually did get into the pool, and I played on the losing team of beach ball volleyball, which is a lot harder than you think, but it was still a nice leisurely afternoon surrounded by new friends (or almost friends).

After we finished up there, we ended up going back to Olly's a bit for Karaoke with Yoplait. After rocking out to "Celebrity Skin" again, which incidentally was much better through Rock Band, we headed over to Greg's so that we could be there for their raffle drawing at 9:30, and after calling a couple of numbers of people who were not present to win, they finally called Blanche's number and he walked away with $500. He's the luckiest bastard I know, and I really should smack him more often because of it.

The best part about Sunday nights out in Indy (or worst, depending on your mindset) is that bars have to stop serving alcohol by 12:30 am. So, it is forcibly an early night. After Romeo and Blanche both left me, I stayed and hung out until last call, talking with some people I hadn't seen in a long time. I'm not even really sure what time I got home, because I must not have looked at the clock after stumbling home, with a pit stop at Walgreen's to get snacks (CHIPS!), and the next thing I know, I'm waking up during the dvr'd Grey's Anatomy finale, just when Meredith is telling off the Chief (You go, girl).

The rest of my Monday was spent with the worst hangover that I recall having. I literally did not eat or do anything until about 3pm, and I just stayed on the couch catching up on TV. I finally got back to some sense of normalcy, fixed some dinner, watched some more TV, and then I went to bed about 11:00. I do not know if there is any overall narrative hook to this weekend, but I'm beginning to think that I am never going to really have a free weekend for a long time to come...