Brownies es mortuus

I had a great time at Tony Ray’s BBQ.

The BBQ was at his boyfriend Chris’ apartment, which is a wonder little studio over on Clarendon St. You walk right into the kitchen from the street which opens into the living/bed area, and then out to a huge deck and garden.

Jeremy and I went (I even baked brownies) and also there were Matt Woodward, Matt Shuman, Paul, Jason and Stuart. We drank wine, Tony Ray made some amazing green apple martinis, and we just sort of all hung out and relaxed. Oh, and Tony gave me these great plastic ice cubes that change colors, and I want them….really bad.

So as the night slowed down, I gathered up my remaining brownies (stole a cookie) and we all headed out. Someone (Jeremy?) had the great idea to all go back to my house and hang out. So we headed over (the group above). Have you met drunk Bob? He tends to talk to strangers. He basically offered Chris’ neighbors some brownies (Jeremy: “What’s wrong with you?”), and as I was defending my actions to Jeremy, Matt W decided it would be a wonderful idea to kick the container of brownies I was holding as we walked down Warren St. The container, lid, brownies, and sole cookie literally arched themselves into the air, all over the street, and then was run over by a car.

Brownies es mortuus. To make it up to me, Matt bought a rickshaw ride for us from West Newton St to Mass Ave. I think he paid $20….oh well, I really liked those brownies.

We got home, and I realized I had 5 people over, and no margarita mix. I did, however, have frozen orange juice concentrate. I think, had I mixed it correctly, I could have made a really fun orange tequila drink. But since I just put a whole can of orange concentrate, with tequila and triple sec (orance liquor), I basically made tequila sorbet. Jason couldn’t even drink it.

A good night, saw friend I hadn’t seen in a while, and was able to say a goodbye to Stuart, whom I’m going to miss dearly.

On Sunday, I saw Get Smart with Jeremy.

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Oh, Pride.

That magical time when it’s ok to drink during the day. It’s ok to actually wear that rainbow necklace you bought when you first came out. It’s ok for the gay caste system to mix. Don’t pretend it doesn’t exist. Twinks waive to Bears. Lesbians lend a helping hand to a gym bunnie, and a gay who’s 20 might actually talk to a gay who’s 30. A magical time, indeed!

Saturday morning, I got up early to wait for Dennis. Whenever Dennis comes to visit, I feel like a kid waiting for Santa Claus. He always comes early in the day, and so I end getting up early, and waiting patiently for him to arrive. This time, however, we were also having a brunch. Adam got up early too, and we cleaned, cooked, and prepared for a small brunch before the parade. We call it “Gay eggs and ham.” Peter, Bryan, Jeffrey and Dennis. Adam made deconstructed egg sandwiches on English muffins, and we had a few mimosas and poinsettias (which is champagne and cranberry juice).

The parade this year was a little disappointing, but it was fun to see everyone out and about. About every 20 minutes, Dennis, John and I would pop into The Eagle and have a drink, so by the end, the parade was obviously better. After the parade some of us went back to our house for a few drinks, and along the way, I ran into Z H-J, who was visiting from out of town.

After lunch, and about two bottles of wine (now, it’s only about 4pm), people went home for their disco naps, and Z H-J stopped by to check out my apartment. We all headed over to Chef Chang’s for dinner, and had the best dinner I can remember. So much fun. People there know why, but I won’t go into details to protect the innocent.

Pre-gaming ensued at Marco’s and we surprised him with a trip to Disney World for his 31^st birthday. I’ve never seen Marco so excited. We’re going to have a lot of fun. We drank some more, and headed over to The Roxy.

The Roxy was $30 to get in. $30! $30! The only think that made up for it was they had the upstairs balcony’s open and we got a section of couches by one of the bars that vaguely made Bob & Co look VIP. But don’t worry, we destroyed that illusion quickly. Marco thought it would be a great idea to pour a drink on my head and also pour one down his pants. His reasoning? I kept saying “I’m gonna fuck you up this weekend.” So he decided to fuck me up instead. What does a Bob do in that situation? Cry. I cried at the Roxy. But it was ok in the end…the drink didn’t stain my shirt (it was clear) and John Martz took me the bathroom to fix my hair. Oh, and Danny flew up from Philly for the night, too.

By the end of the night, Z H-J went home with his friends, and I think I got a ride home from Dennis, John, Danny, and someone Danny found on the street. We dropped Sidewalk Sale home on the way back, and then got a pizza and crashed Peter and Bryan’s at 3am. I was SO tired, and SO hungry, that all I could do was eat my pizza, and also lay my head on their kitchen table. Dennis and I eventually got home, where I first tried to sleep on the floor, before I managed to get to my room.

Sunday. Ok, so there’s no delicate way to put this. I got up early, and was…oh…ok…just say it Bob…looking at porn. And of course, I was having “Bob Time” as I was perusing through X-Tube. Just when I was about to complete the logical ending to this event, I heard the loudest crashing sound ever right outside my window, to the point where I almost threw my computer across the room and thought G*d was punishing me. Seriously. Not cool.

For no reason whatsoever, a giant tree in my backyard fell, knocked over my neighbors grill, landed on a powerline, and feel into our yard, with tons of tree branches, leaves, etc everywhere. Almost every window on both sides of the alley had a face in it as everyone looked out to see the ruckus. So scary, and so poorly timed. So if anyone says I have the power to bring down powerlines, they’re not kidding!