There was nothing really going on with the Ivy League Crew et al. the Saturday after the Grindr party. The Straight Roommate was out of town, so I invited a few people over.
Med School Mess was first to arrive: "I brought mixers! Sorry I'm so early, but I really needed to get out of the house. All I really did was watch college football and drink a bottle and a half of wine!"
Me: "Football and wine?"
Mess: "I'm that kind of gay!"
ASFKAB was next to arrive: "Oh my god! 40s are only $2.50 up here! I should take a trip uptown to stock up for the weekend!"
Me: "Dude, you live in Chelsea; everything's cheaper up here."
ASFKAB cracked open her 40 and became very distressed that the music that was playing wasn't Lady Gaga. She mentioned something about having some new Gaga-Beyoncé collabo on her iPhone, but i already had a playlist in progress. I really hate the 15-gays-playing-DJ-at-a-party thing. Plus my roommate's sound system isn't so iPhone friendly.
I finally figured out how to work the DVD player on my roommate's PS3, so I played 300 on mute for some visual stimulation. Someone at work gave 300 to me (and all the females I work with) as a Christmas present 2 years ago, and it's the only non-porn DVD I own. I actually have some top notch porn on DVD, but we don’t want to make anyone feel uncomfortable.
MicHELLe arrived with 2 (unannounced) guests and an “I owe you drinks at No Parking!” I had met one of them before (a cute white guy who won’t go past making out with her), and the other was the white guy’s friend. She slurred something about wine and Percocet (!!!) as she stepped in. Drinks owed indeed.Then the Messy Friend put his very new looking hat down on the back of the couch, saying to me, “Watch this for me.”
Me: “Excuse me?”
Her: “Watch this for me. It’s very important!”
I couldn’t even respond. I just walked away and refilled my drink.
We ended up drinking quite a bit as the night went on. In fact, I think the 8 of us there, we went through a 1.75L bottle of vodka (and ASFKAB who finished a 40 and made quite a dent in another). I don’t know what Messy Friend and Med School Mess were doing in the kitchen (dancing?), but Med School Mess ended up falling on his back into the trash. I counted 3 separate times that he fell before we left my apartment. And this was all before I did the “Bad Romance” dance.
On the way to No Parking, the boys were a bit rowdy. I had to inform MicHELLe’s would-be trick that the side streets of Washington Heights may not be the best place to show off one’s runway walk, and I literally told Med School Mess, “I’m gonna need you to shut the fuck up right now!” And once again, somebody said ‘faggot’ as we walked by. Why did the Messy Friend (who wasn’t wearing his hat, btw) yell back at them?! I’m glad it didn’t escalate because I don’t even fight for my big-mouthed actual friends: a) you shoulda kept your damn mouth shut, and b) I had braces for 2.5 years!
A couple of minutes after we got into No Parking, I noticed that Med Schoo Mess hadn’t walked in. I went back outside, and she was by herself doing the drunk sway on the sidewalk. She made eye contact with me and just shook her head.
Me: “You ok?”
Him: “Yeah. I can’t… I need… uh…”
Me: “Dude, go home. The train’s literally a block that way. Do you want me to walk you?” Med School Mess shook her head. “Ok, I’m gonna go back inside. See you at brunch?” She shook her head. “And drink some water!”
It was actually early enough so that it wasn’t ridiculously crowded. I ended up running into That Guy and his friend, so I went over to greet them.
Me: “You remember that white guy that was hitting on you last time we saw each other here?”
Him: “Oh god! I remember him.”
Me: “We’re actually dating now. We first met that night.”
Him: “Well, good for you ‘cause there’s nothing a white man can do for me!”
As much as I hate that attitude, it did get me what I wanted.
Usually, I would be at No Parking until the lights came on, but I had taken Monday off. I knew I was gonna go hard on Sunday, so I got to sleep by 4.
Did I mention that MicHELLe showed up to brunch the next day rocking a brand new LA Dodgers hat? Yeah.
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My favorite part of this post was the football and wine picture. Genuis.
"You shoulda kept your damn mouth shut." Kareem, I respectfully disagree. Instead of reprimanding the victims of hate speech, why don't we lay the blame where it belongs: at the feet of those who are perpetrating the hatred. We supposedly have freedom of speech in this country, but it does no good unless we use it. When confronted with violence and discrimination, I hope that we will never keep our mouths shut. We must speak out against it, even in the face of danger.
I agree with you that the perpetrators are in the wrong. But at the same time, I know I'm not willing to get my teeth knocked in because someone called me a name.
I have tremendous respect for people who acknowledge and take no that risk. But from what I observed, this guy I wrote about did neither. His actions seem to come from Dutch courage combined with the fact that we were in a group.
For me, it's principle versus reality. In principle, I'd love to sit with every person who yelled out "faggot" and and talk with them about how hate speech affects our society as a whole. But my reality is, I'm not about to approach a bunch of possibly drunk dudes who are ignorant enough to yell a slur at me.
chil', is That Guy still barebacking every (black?) dick he can find?
there's a whole lot a condom can do for him....
And so enters the LA dodgers hat...
and the drunken sway! priceless
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