Easter Weekend

This past weekend was a little strange, but interesting. In fact, when I came back to school after this weekend I was rejuvenated and ready to go.

I went home Thursday as I had something on Friday that was a little more important than my class.

Thursday night was one of my grandparent's birthday. The birthday was one like many. However, during the party, one of my sisters announced that she and her boyfriend would be getting married. I think that some family members knew it was coming as it didn't seem to be that big of a surprise. She decided to show me and my brother Brandon the ring first. And, in typical Josh idiocy, I said "It's so small..." without thinking beforehand at all. Wonderful, idiot. My dad and my grandma thought it was pretty funny. But I could tell my grandpa and step mom didn't like it one bit. The thing is, is that I meant the band was so small not the diamond. The diamond was actually rather big. I was thinking how that would never fit on one of my fingers when I made that statement and then had to defend myself and try to clarify things to the fam. I'm a special boy.

Friday was really interesting as well. I had a potential job interview that I kept secret for awhile. I'm going to keep who it was for secret for awhile longer until I find out if I got it or not. The event was supposed to last all day, however, I ended up getting done around 2pm. I noticed that I am completely comfortable in interview type settings, but presenting things to an audience is nerve wracking. Afterwards, my dad (the interview was in my home town, which worked out amazingly since Easter was also that weekend and I wanted to be home for it) took me to a restaurant in our hometown called Hu Hut or something. It is amazing! It's a mongolian restaurant that has you take the raw ingredients, AKA chicken, beef, pork, crab, etc., and add any variety of noodles and vegetables to your bowl. After that, you pick out different types of oils to put on top of it and take it to this round grill thingy. One of the workers will take it from you and grill the mass of food right in front of your eyes. I absolutely love this place. I only wish that my bro could have gone with us as I know he likes it too but is stuck in the Army still.

Saturday was also very interesting. Well, I was actually bored most of the day until I went out to lunch with my pops and step mom. We went to Chevy's, which has my most favorite salsa out of any mexican restuarant I have ever been to.

After that, I decided that I really was going to go out that night. I went to walmart and picked up a cheap bottle of Pink Catawba. It's a type of wine that is inexpensive and not too bad. Dan got it for me once and I have been hooked ever since. I drank the entire bottle inbetween watching Casino Royale with my pops. I tried to hide that I was drinking, but somehow he knew. He asked where I was going and I told him that I was probably going to McNally's with Matt, but it was a lie. I knew I was really going to go to Soco, a gay bar in my hometown. But I wasn't sure how he would take that. We've completely avoided the issue since the day I actually came out to him. Oh well.

Soco was Soco. There was a typical show going on. I can't remember if it was a lesbian show or a gay show. I was only there for the end of it and was already a little tipsy. In any event, a guy came up to me not long after I got there and asked if I wanted to hang out with him and his friends. I said sure. This is a pretty common event for me, as I suck at going up to talk to other people and normally wait for them to approach me. His name was TJ and his friends were Bobby, John, and Brett. Apparently John and I have met there before, but I didn't remember him. We just hung out, drank (TJ kept buying me drinks all night. I spent like $5 total there.), and eventually danced after the show and the floor was cleared. I hate sounding conceited, but I can get down for a white guy. I notice when people notice me dancing and although when I'm sober I hate being the center of attention, I kinda enjoy it when I'm drunk. As long as the music is music I like and can dance to. What kind is that? Crunk. That should sum it up. Eventually, the night was over and the guy that these four fellas were there to pickup got off of work. His name is Brad and he was one of the bartenders at Soco. I exchanged numbers with TJ, he invited me to his Easter celebration the next day, and I went home.

Sunday was great. The older I get the more I enjoy family get togethers. Early in the morning, my sister and her boyfriend (now fiance I guess) came over and had brunch. Haha, I hate using the word brunch. It makes me seem upity or of a higher class than I actually am. Later, we went to one set of grandparents and then later another. TJ had been texting me during the day to see if I was going to come and eventually I said I would.

The catch is this: his Easter thing is a whole different town. Over an hour south of where I was. That was a little bit of a putoff but I evetually was like "What the hell, I'm going to go for it." So I went. I met TJ and Brad at the top of some highway and followed them back to the house. It was a bonfire party whose partiness had apparently died out earlier in the night. When I got there, only TJ's parents were outside still. TJ himself had passed out in the car just on our way to the house and I was left with Brad. He and I went up to the bonfire to talk to the parents and get warm next to the fire. This cold weather right now, sucks, by the way. Eventually, Brad offered me a drink and we went inside to make one. I felt a little out of place when I went in as there were people spread out everywhere trying to go to bed, and here I was just ready to begin the night. We went into the kitchen and found TJ's little sister who was pretending to be drunk. She ended up coming back outside with us and stayed with us pretty much for the rest of the night. TJ's parents ended up going to bed (his dad was hilariously drunk - ask me to show you how the man was dancing to his classic rock music sometime) and so the three of us just stayed outside. The night continued with me staying completely sober and teaming up with the little sister while she made fun of Brad. Eventually, Brad asked me if I was going to stay there or if I was going to go back to my hometown. I told him I was going to go home, I didn't feel comfortable there and probably shouldn't have been there in the first place. He asked if I would take him back with me and I said sure. He lives and works in my hometown.

On the way back, I focused on keeping him talking about himself as I know some people feel uncomfortable with silence. I don't, I actually like it. But most people are not like me. I kept thinking during the ride if we were going to hook up if it was a possibility. I wouldn't have been opposed to it, but I had no idea what he was thinking. The main goal of the drive back was to find a place that sold cigarrettes. Gross. But we eventually found some at a city about a half hour from home. He touched my face and asked me at one point if I always have facial hair. I said "Yep, does it look bad?" and mentally thought: clue one, we might be doing the dirty. When we got back to my hometown, I took him to his apartment complex. And he told me to find a place to park. Clue two, more evidence. He asked me if I wanted to come inside for a bit and I replied "Sure." Clue three, uhh, most likely nastiness is to ensue. We went inside and turned on the Family Guy movie. I have never seen it although Stewie is one of my idols, along with my hero, Cartman from South Park. During the movie he grabbed my pec like my friend Asia always does and says this phrase: "I'm just putting it out there." And that solidified all the clues. We did it then, and stupidly of me again, I didn't use protection. Am I not the epitome of stupidity? I sure am. I have only a few things going for me that are a little more personal than what I can put on this blog that will save me from getting something. I ended up leaving not long after and made it to my dad's house a little after 6am in the morning. It was the day after Easter and my pops was already at work. Wow.

Brad had told me to stop by his work before I left town to go back up to school but to call him before hand. I did, but never got a reply, so I didn't go see him. It's all good. In this world, people are often just there to get off. I'm one of them and am used to this lingo. I have, however, talked to TJ multiple times since Sunday. Apparently, John doesn't like me because TJ showed interest in me. Also, that John, TJ, and TJ's ma took bets that morning if Brad and I had hooked up. "Brad's got a track record." Was what I was told. TJ believes that Brad's goal the entire night was to take me home, which is why he stopped drinking after TJ told him I was going to come up. Cool, I'm pursued.

This night, is just a little bit of what it's like to be me. I hope you enjoyed its telling. But please, don't do what I did. Use a freakin condom.