WHITE OUT!
I arrived back in Northern California last night around 11. The weekends I spend with Batman are GREAT. Unfortunately, when Sunday comes around all I can think about is how one of us is getting on a plain and leaving later that day. It just gets harder and harder to say good-bye. My heart aches.
Friday night we just took it easy and walked around downtown until we found a place to eat. We happened upon a trendy little place that was still open (apparently most restaurants close around 9!) with good service and food. After that we went back to the house to relax. We stretched out on the couch and in less than five minutes we were heading up to the bedroom. Good times...
I woke up before J on Saturday, got the coffee going, then went for a run a little later. After breakfast we went to the little street fair they had filled with vendors. Inside the Gay Mart I found the pair of white pants I had been searching for for weeks. Instead of a fly they have several snaps in an upside down U-shape. Behind the snaps is a sort of ring to hang your package through, raise the flap and snap it shut. Stylish and naughty. Later in the day we ran some errands then went to his gym. My God, the place is like The Village, Halstead Street and The Castro all rolled into one. Funny actually.
That night we went to the "official" White Party. By that time, there had already been at least three dance parties beginning on Friday. Rosabel were the deejays. Later, we went on to the after hours party at 4 am. We left there around 5:30. Dance, Dance, Dance! It's always fun dancing with Batman. We got home and fell into a heap of sex!
We slept all morning and got out of bed early in the afternoon. J got up before me. I think that has only happened once before. After breakfast we relaxed by the pool and rested more. Later that afternoon we went to "White Party Park". We had had enough dancing, but we had passes and hell, you never know what you'll see. It was the usual mix from the dance scene: twinks, bois, Daddies, muscles, punks, partiers, players, etc., a good mix.
Later I was driven to the airport in Ontario. A long depressing drive. I tried to be upbeat so that I wouldn't leave Batman on a sour note. Several times today I thought I would cry when thinking about him. I didn't but I sure miss him. He will be coming back here in May. We are not sure which weekend yet, but I am hoping he remembers my birthday and wants to be here for that. I may have to remind him.
Friday night we just took it easy and walked around downtown until we found a place to eat. We happened upon a trendy little place that was still open (apparently most restaurants close around 9!) with good service and food. After that we went back to the house to relax. We stretched out on the couch and in less than five minutes we were heading up to the bedroom. Good times...
I woke up before J on Saturday, got the coffee going, then went for a run a little later. After breakfast we went to the little street fair they had filled with vendors. Inside the Gay Mart I found the pair of white pants I had been searching for for weeks. Instead of a fly they have several snaps in an upside down U-shape. Behind the snaps is a sort of ring to hang your package through, raise the flap and snap it shut. Stylish and naughty. Later in the day we ran some errands then went to his gym. My God, the place is like The Village, Halstead Street and The Castro all rolled into one. Funny actually.
That night we went to the "official" White Party. By that time, there had already been at least three dance parties beginning on Friday. Rosabel were the deejays. Later, we went on to the after hours party at 4 am. We left there around 5:30. Dance, Dance, Dance! It's always fun dancing with Batman. We got home and fell into a heap of sex!
We slept all morning and got out of bed early in the afternoon. J got up before me. I think that has only happened once before. After breakfast we relaxed by the pool and rested more. Later that afternoon we went to "White Party Park". We had had enough dancing, but we had passes and hell, you never know what you'll see. It was the usual mix from the dance scene: twinks, bois, Daddies, muscles, punks, partiers, players, etc., a good mix.
Later I was driven to the airport in Ontario. A long depressing drive. I tried to be upbeat so that I wouldn't leave Batman on a sour note. Several times today I thought I would cry when thinking about him. I didn't but I sure miss him. He will be coming back here in May. We are not sure which weekend yet, but I am hoping he remembers my birthday and wants to be here for that. I may have to remind him.
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