2003-09-19 -
If I were any dumber, I would be busy arranging the M&M's alphabetically.
The other day when I went to leave New Orleans for Atlanta, I missed the plane. Today when I went to go from Atlanta to Detroit, I went a month early. ARGH! I am a bit frustrated that I did not pay attention to what I was doing, but it is not the worst case and I do believe that everything happens for a reason. I had stayed at the Baymont Hotel last night so now that I checked out and had to decide not only where I was going with my future but quite literally where I was going in the country, I was at a bit of a loss and stupor.
I called Scott and asked if he could pick me up at the airport and if I could stay with him until Brain got home tonight. Scott had me meet him at the MARTA station in Midtown Atlanta and then I began �Attack of the Couch Dwellers � Part Two.�
Scott put up with me for so long and was so nice to me, but we are so different. I respect that and admire it. He is very �normal� and �embraces� routine. I want to run routine over like a speeding car. We differ in that respect and although I enjoy the time with him I the utmost. I worry that I am too much. I think Scott has been where I am and sees what a mess I am and does not want to tell me, �Settle down� but I see that he has some clot with his thoughts and his explanation. I got more from this weekend with him and his boyfriend than I could have ever imagined. He is so nice to me and so cool and so non-judgmental. While I judge Scott to be utterly amazing and one of the most fabulous people I know in the industry. I mean porn industry but much more the industry of life.
I was back at Scott�s since I could not get a hold of Brian, I could not remember where he worked and while he is at work, he can not answer his cell phone. I knew he would call, but how can I convince Scott of that? I totally understand where it appears that Brian could flake out and not call and then I would be back at square one and Scott was ready to get the New Orleans porn boy out of the house. (When I returned, he had cleaned the whole house and changed the d�cor to fall. He was a busy bitch!)
Scott�s friend Carlton came by to say hi and tried to convince Scott to go out to eat. Scott pawned me off with him and we went to go to Waffle House. Scott said go to the BP and turns right. Oops. It was Shell and turn right, so we went to get on the highway and back off at the next exit, wrong idea. We heading into the city and decided to go to Noodle. A Thai place. I had some VERY cool and yummy appetizer, a HORRIBLE Bloody Mary that the waitress gladly changed into a Red Bull and vodka for me and this not-so-good soup dish that I am still trying to figure out what I ordered.
We got back to Scott�s and Scott and Marc were out on the porch and Scott expressed his concern that he was worried about me and where I was going to stay. Brian had not called and I had no plans for the night and no plans for what was next in the way of destinations. I knew it would all work out but Scott was SO CUTE when he said, �I am worried because you are not worried.� That is a quote I will hang onto forever. It shows me he is concerned with me and not trying to just get rid of me. I assured him it would all be okay and Scott�s friend Carton and I headed out.
Carlton convinced me to go to Halo � a bar here in Atlanta even though I wanted to stay at home and do the diaries and e-mail. Good call, Carlton. Today I am well rested and finishing up these entries and e-mail. The bar was WAY COOL. Physically, the aesthetics were VERY cool and the boys were amazing.
Carlton and I milled around stalking the hot boys and me consistently exercising my drool and wipe system.
As we were on the way to the bar, Brian finally called and said I could stay while I figure this stuff out. I called Scott and told him and he was relieved. (or so I thought he was.) Later that night at the bar, Brian told me, �Scott called me and asked if I had really gotten in touch with you and said it was okay to stay with you.� I think Scott was worried I had said that just to have his stop worrying. Awww�. How nice is that? I think I want to call him Momma Bradley because he is so nurturing and maternal. I know I am not supposed to know he called Brian, but that is very sweet and in my book, let me tell you, my book is BIG! Thanks, Scott. You have defiantly proved to me your genuine thought and care. Scott is a very admirable person for any reasons.
I saw these two boys at Halo and told Carlton, �Ummmm� I know them from New Orleans.� I am sure he was like, �Whatever mister. You see a familiar face in Atlanta and think you know them.� Later that night, when my friend Brian caught up with us there it turned out that he was with Brian. He went to school in New Orleans with Brian. I KNEW I new him. Personal satisfaction. But what about that other boy? While I was standing talking to these two cute guys named John and Steve, (I think. I hope.) the second guy I thought I recognized came by and he winked at me. For a fleeting second, the capacity I knew him in flashed before me, all night I had tried to figure it out. He came by and said my real name, ��from New Orleans. So I knew I knew him �pre-Brandon� era. He smiled and I said, �I KNEW I knew you.� Then he said, �How well do you know me?� Oh shit. Ummm� H-E-L-L-O, I do not even know what month it is to get on a plane home and you want me to remember that far back! (wink) He said, �I fucked you at David�s house. In the guest bedroom.� In the famous and beautiful words of Celine Dion, �It�s all coming back to me�� In less than a second. It all did. I had sex with this big-dicked boy one time and one of my friend David�s �Boy-Brothel-Sleepovers� Now I remembered his face AND his lower torso. Bottoms of Atlanta, hold onto your butts! We talked for a few seconds and recalled the fond (er� should I say fondling?) time. About halfway through he said, �Are you PartyWithBrandon?� I was like, �Yup.� He said, I usually do not look in the back of Eclipse (the magazine I advertise in while I am in New Orleans) but I saw you and thought that looked like you.� The whole instance was totally good and even more satisfying. I am glad I saw both of those boys and did recognize them. Even in Atlanta-by-mistake, the PartyWithBrandon rumbles on. Higher Power Request: PLEASE don�t let it stop!
Brian and I crawled into bed late after a brief stint at the Gecko Lounge and then Majectic Diner for breakfast at 4:30am.
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