old times

Walking into his relatively new apartment, felt the same as it did three years prior when a much older and run down apartment was my resting ground for most of my days off. The fragrance of weed, cigarettes and liquor loomed throughout the two bedroom 2nd floor apartment as if it had been bottled up by glade and sprayed through the house. Nothing from the old apartment made the trip expect for Q, but everything still felt familiar, I was at home. I was at Q’s for a spades game/party that I had planned. After a week of long talks and reminiscing about our past, I wanted to be around him and have fun like we used to.

Even though the house was clean when I got there, we were still rushed to get ready before our guests around. Q, his best friend MK (not his real initials, but don’t know him well enough to put his real name) and I decided to order pizza. It was intended for us but once the guests started to arrive and drinks were had, pizza began to disappear. The first half of the night was cool, it felt like Q and I were still together, as if we had never parted ways. We knew each other well, knew what the other was capable of and many times had conversations without speaking. But you really don’t want to hear about the intangibles, let’s talk about the drinks. For a split second, I almost forgot how our nights (to be honest, some days also) began, DRINKS. I decided to make cocktails and none of us had any plans of staying sober, so the cocktails would be strong. I mixed everclear and vodka with some grapefruit juice. Q, Mk and I shared the drink with the first 3 guest that showed up. A liter of alcohol gone before the first game of spades was played. Q and I went to the store to purchase some more liquor and some blunts for those who smoked. The next drink we would indulge ourselves in was a new drink for me, Cisco (also known as liquid crack) mixed with vodka and fruit punch. I don’t remember how much I had to drink but I knew I had a few. I was sober enough to know a guy from my job walked in with his boyfriend. By 3:30 am the night died down and with the exception of two people, everyone that wasn’t spending the night had gone.

Part II of the night started at 3:30am. With MK, Sha (Q’s cousin) and Dave (MK’s “straight” friend) passed out throughout the house, Q, Na, DS (Dave’s female friend) and I decided we were still up for a little. Na and DS were going drink for drink and I was turned on just a little. Never have seen a female handle their liquor like that and not appear drunk. She had cup after cup of Bacardi Gold on the rocks and it made her mouth loose but she was still in control. She seemed to enjoy the company of gay men and we enjoyed hers. She was the stereotypical fag hag, attractive and fabulous. She tried to dress like she was from the “hood,” but everything about her said upper-class and suburbs. She spoke with an accent of privilege and good education. We talked about school (she is a college grad currently attending Rutger’s for her masters), clubbing, drinking and a mutual friend that we discovered we had. It was 5 o’clock in the morning, no more Bacardi Gold, stomach hurting and DS still wanted to keep the party going. Despite my stomach hurting, I was never to end a party, so I told them to get the shot glasses and I would get some Rum. After the four of us decided to take shots to our new friendship and a great night, it was time for me to take a shower. I took a cold shower while thinking about how it would feel to take a hot bubble bath in his whirlpool tub. I almost got lost in my daydream but I took one wrong step and realized I was still tipsy. I dried my body off and spread a light mist of cologne on my flesh. When I stepped out of the bathroom was presence was known. The combination of my soap and cologne resulted in a sudden head snap from those still enjoying the music in the kitchen. Like a true Leo, I relished in the attention and made sure I soaked up as much as my tired body would allow me. Q took my shower as the que to help his guest move toward their cars. DS wasn’t moving fast enough for anyone, so Q decided to take his shower and leave the goodbyes to me. DS said goodbye to everyone, walked into the bathroom while Q was showering and gave him a special goodbye kiss.

Everyone left that was not staying (MK, Sha and I spent the night) and I was already in bed sleep. I could hear MK, Sha (Q woke both of them up), Na and Q up laughing, but I was too tired to join in the madness. Q feeling comfortable, drunk and maybe a little horny, he came to bed naked. This is not something that is uncommon or a trick on his part to have sex, honestly I can only think of two times that he wore clothes to bed and he didn’t pass out, once when he had to spend the night at my house after loosing his key and once when we were in a hotel room and had to share our room with an unwanted guest. It felt like old times. End of discussion.