throwing up in the tub (New Year's Eve 2011)

I really wasnt excited about New Year's Eve. Med School Mess was no longer in the City to host her annual fête, and everyone’s plans were amorphous at best. I'd gotten a few invites, but nothing really grabbed me. I knew what I didn't want was a crowded, sloppy mess, which seemed to be more or less the direction in which the Crew seemed to be headed for the night.

Meanwhile, I'd been talking to this super-hot guy on Jack'd (a gay LBS app like Grindr) who was a marine in town for the holiday. He looked Latin, but frankly, I really didn't care about his background. I gave him my number and suggested we meet up for happy hour at 3. He called me (like actual phone call… who does that) at 9. But I was disco-napping.

I started the night at Sexican's party on 54th, which is right in the corridor for the Times Square mess. It was tricky getting there because access to everything in the neighborhood is blocked off with restricted access. But somehow, I happened exit the right subway station on the right side of the street and got to his building with no hassle.

Morehead met me there, and it was a good time all around. Of course, two of the 3 guys I checked out were partnered to each other, and the other was there with his (more generically hot) boyfriend. Then at midnight, I got a kiss on the damn cheek. But I swear I still had a good time!

Meanwhile, Morehead had brought a bag with a FourLoko in it putting it to the side in Sexican's room. A young bear (with an awesome homemade shiny dome hat that had 2011 cut-outs across the top) was rummaging and found the Lokos. I called Morehead's attention to the situation just in the nick of time.

The young bear ended up buying the Loko from Morehead, who was reluctant to sell, for $6 and proceeded to down it in about a half hour. By 12:30, his 2011 hat said 201, and he was throwing up in the tub.

I regretted leaving the party at 1 because the other 2 house parties I hit up were basically on their way out (one of them included a coked-out twink who insisted that his gospel-singing black friend loved when he called him jiggaboo). So I texted Mr. Military.

Then he called me.

He wanted me to come to his friend’s apartment where he was staying in Chelsea, but I really just don't do that with guys I meet online. He really didn't want to leave the apartment, so I basically told him I was going uptown if he didn't meet me at Gym Bar. He agreed to come out (thankfully, because I would have been pissed if I missed out on a guy this hot).

Even before he took off his coat, I could tell he'd put on weight since he’d taken the pictures in his profile… which took him from conventionally hot to cubbishly hot. I couldn't finish my drink fast enough! He turned out to be unexpectedly friendly (if chatty) for how grumpy he seemed on the phone. Even through the drunkenness, I could see he was no dummy (plus he'd actually graduated from college).

And when we got back to the apartment, he showed me just how committed he was to serving.

Did I mention that when I walked out the next morning, Home Depot was on the same block (I'd been meaning to get a runner for the apartment)? Yeah.

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