Monday, October 31, 2011

Hung up on the Black Party



      Last night, I wasn't sure where I was going to party. Since it was the weekend before halloween, there was a big street party in Malate, Philippines and I had been invited to go with a couple of friends. I so wanted to and was really excited. However, there were a couple of questions I needed to answer before I could.


Mind bogglers:
  1. What was I going to wear?
  2. How much money did I need to bring?
  3. Who was I really going to hang out with?
  4. Do I really want to go cause I knew I was gonna have fun or was I just going to flirt around?

I was able to solve all this but the Who I was going with party took the longest. I was all dressed up had dinner with a couple of buddies at T.G.I.F. then texted almost all the gay peeps I knew might go. Finally I found a few and was ecstatic to get there.

When we arrived, I met a bunch of old bar buddies and we got to talk a bit. The place hadn't changed much from the time I first went and discovered who I was. It was like finally being home.

The music was banging. The people were great. The conversation minimal but who has time to talk when your trying to make out with the person next to you. AND most of all discovering that I AM SO BACK from who I was before was Effin' FANTASTIC!


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