Monday, October 8, 2007 - Weekend, part 1

Whoa, the weekend went by in a flash, and it was pretty eventful as well. As I said in Friday's late blog, my main goal during the day on Saturday was to get my heaving pile of laundry done and to get to the grocery store. Mission accomplished on that front, and I think I am now fully prepared to get back on the bandwagon with my usual high protein diet. Of course, after weighing myself this morning, I may want to consider not eating until Thanksgiving! When I got home on Saturday, I puttered around the apartment until I met up with Romeo and Blanch at a gay restaurant in town called English Ivy. This is pretty much only the second or third time I have eaten there, and once again, I am struck with just how mediocre these townie type gay bar/restaurants can be. I know the point is really more for a gathering place for the mostly older gay clientèle, but seriously, for gay men who take so much pride in their kitchen prowess, Indianapolis has yet to really get a quality gay restaurant.

As for Romeo and Blanche They were dressed up for an extremely early Halloween party, that I was thankfully not invited to. I don't know what it is about Halloween that brings out the crazy in homosexuals, but it seems like every year it has gotten more and more excessive so that now it is an entire month of dressing up. Romeo even calls it the "high holy month." I only need to come up with two, maybe three outfits this year. Of course, you simply cannot wear the same one on multiple nights, heck, we get frowned on if you repeat what you wore last year. Oh the pressure! Anyway, as you can see in the picture, Rome was dressed as a gay pirate (though he insists it is a FRENCH pirate...I ask you, is there any difference?) and Blanch decided to be a boyscout, sans the Webelow patch. They were both cute costumes, and most people seemed pretty nonplussed about the fact that they were in them. I guess in a gay restaurant you come to expect stuff like this. HR joined us before we ordered dinner, so it was a pretty good time with $3 sangria and okay food. The worst part of the dinner for me was seeing my ex. I haven't seen the little shit for three years, and I probably could have gone three more and be perfectly okay with it, but there he was. Yay, I so wanted to revisit that fun stuff.

After we were done with dinner, Blanch and Romeo went off to their party, HR went home to take a shower, and I went to a coffee house and worked on some report stuff for work. Yep, that is me: the big Saturday night wildman of Indianapolis. It was actually okay, and I got the stuff done that I wanted to get done. I then left to meet up with HR and Mom at the Metro for the Sluts with Nuts charity benefit for one of the teams participating in the Indianapolis AIDSwalk. It is in conjunction with the Bitches with Balls benefit that happened last week at Greg's. It is basically a chance for workers at the bars to dress up in really bad drag and raise money for their team. It is a fun event, and except for an instance where I was insulting English Ivy (mainly for the fact that my ex was there) right in front of the OWNER of English Ivy (oops), it was pretty laid back night until Blanch and Romeo arrived in full costume. The the night started to wind up in earnest. One thing I do want to say is that it was great to have an even in the upper level of the Metro once again. There used to be a dance floor and drag shows up there until the dawn of Talbott Street, and then after losing money on those nights, Metro decided to put pool tables on the second floor. For this, they moved everything out of the way, and it was just like old times.

HR, Romeo, and I decide to depart for Greg's, and Mom and Blanch go home. After getting a drink from the Gasoline Man, my favorite bartender who has a heavy hand and puts Diet Coke in for a little color, we were all feeling pretty good and drunk. Romeo was having a blast flitting around in his big gay pirate garb, and after insisting we get another round, which I had to pay for because he ran out of money... well, actually, he just lost his money in his pants. We settled down and talked for a bit before going home. Romeo was getting a little surly because was getting a little attitude from some former friends, and we opted to just down our drinks and head out. I offered to stop to get some post drinking snacks, but Romeo indicated he didn't need them. So, the gay pirate and me headed back to my place so he could couch surf. My apartment is on the third floor of an old building, which means no elevator, and Romeo made it up the first flight of stairs, but he felt he needed a rest. So, he sprawled out on the floor, and me, being the supportive friend that I am, whipped out the camera. He laid there for a little while, and I stood on the step waiting for him to collect himself. He started to get up and I think I turned my head to start going back up the stairs, and I hear something bad happening. Romeo must have over-corrected himself, and he went THUD THUD THUD down the stairs. At first, I thought he might be dead, but he was stirring and looking a little befuddled (as you can imagine). I helped him off the floor and up the three flights of stairs to my apartment, where he pretty much passed out on the couch. He woke up in a few minutes and wanted help getting his pirate boots off. I try to tug them off, and he slides right off the couch. It was pretty comical. He neglected to tell me that the boots had laces AND zippers, and it would have made the whole process a bit easier. With boots securely on the floor, he passes out again on the couch. I puttered around for a little while, and then I headed to bed. We needed to get up early for the French Lick Adventure, which will be part 2 of the weekend and this post.