Halloweekend forecast for NYC: fucking snow.
So, Bohoken and I had done some leather shopping in mid
September, and I figured since that I had some new gear (and no ideas for a
costume beyond working out like crazy a month before) Halloween would be the perfect time to show it off.
So, to my harness, the leather-daddy boots and tights, I added neoprene shorts
(I would have had to buy a 36 waist for leather shorts because I don't have sticks for
legs or a flat ass), a cut up robe with a hood and a mask to make my costume:
The Grim Raper.
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| the Grim Reaper comes for your soul; the Grim Raper comes for your hole. |
Gene-Eric texted me that he was having people over for a
makeup/preparation pre-game at his place in Washington Heights, so I dragged
Bohoken back into Manhattan. I ended up running for the A train, which was at
the station when we arrived, and prepping to hold the doors because Bohoken was
delayed getting through the turnstile with my scythe.
After about 7 minutes of sitting in the station, the
conductor announced: "It looks like they're having signal problems at 59th
St. All uptown trains are affected, and it seems they're turning trains back
downtown at 34th St..."
It was a no-brainer to take a cab at that point, but keep in
mind that it was still a snow storm. And a weekend evening. With fucked up
trains. But somehow, the black guy managed to flag down a cab within 5 minutes.
Gene-Eric answered her door shirtless in 4" heels and
black lamé striped tights. In her hand
was a headband to which she was affixing horns made out of college-rule
notebook paper.
I loved this pre-game already.
Españard was in the living room changing into a pair of red
trunks and a cape (with dramatic, real facial hair) for a Dracula look. His
boyfriend and his friend, both dancers, wore similar red trunks with fishnet
tops, body paint, and glitter. To tell you the truth, I had no idea what they
were supposed to be, but they made a hot pair!
What was clear was that we were to have drinks as everyone
constructed their looks. What wasn't
clear was where we were going after. Gene-Eric had plans in Chelsea with some
Fire Island douchebags douchebags, and she probably wouldn't be able to
show up with 8 +1s. Yet she was trying to convince us to come anyway? I
suggested No Parking, which was a 5 min walk away. At that point, it would be
rather empty, but at least we'd be welcome. It took some coaxing, but I
eventually steered the rest of the boys there.
No Parking's the kind of bar that doesn't get going til
after midnight. It was 10:45.
As we were making the best of things (Bohoken’s buying us
all a couple of rounds of drinks helped), I noticed a muscular, short guy
checking me out. Eventually, he, his partner and I started talking, and they
insisted on buying me a drink.
An hour later, the bar was starting to pick up, and Bohoken
was passing me yet another a drink. Two minutes after, the short, muscular guy
informed me that his partner had ordered me another. Line 'em up boys!
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| Two guys in harnesses walk into a bar. One says, "You look familiar... Oh! I recognize you from Grindr!" |
Did I mention it was only Saturday? Yeah.
Click here to check out last Thanksgiving with the Fam last year (including a vid of my playing Just Dance 2 for Wii).
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