Return of the Dinner Party

Years ago, when I first moved here and lived with Russell, he threw dinner parties all the time. He hadn't had one for quite a while. The dark ages (i.e. Vanessa) were fairly hostile, so he avoided bringing guests into the house. But he's reached the enlightenment (well, Christine), so set up plans to have a dinner party again on Saturday. With all of my stuff packed away, it was hard to contribute, and I wasn't really around much, anyway.

Thursday night I went to the club. Visited for a while with various people. Got home around 2am. Slept in Friday, just kinda goofed off all day. Ended up at the club again with Nish. Luther showed up, as well. There was a hunky guy standing against the wall. Lots of people there were going up to talk to him, which usually dissuades me from trying, but the 'competition' was not that good, so I gave it a shot. He turned out to be Brazilian. (Even Nish was surprised, so stop judging me...) Nice guy, seemed a little awkward. Well, I ended up winning. We got in his truck, and he drove me to my car, then followed me home. There was a baby seat in the back seat of the truck, which I asked about. He has a kid here. So, he's bi, and/or confused. But he grabbed my ass and said he wanted to F*** me. Yippee!! Then he grabbed my hand and put it in his crotch. He was ready, already! He asked if liked 'em big. Yippee!! Turned out to be a little bit wham-bam-thankyou-ma'am. And had more resistance to kissing than the straight guy from Labor Day weekend. Which means I wasn't as Appreciative as I really wanted to be. He finished off, though. Went to sleep for maybe 30 minutes. Then we went round 2. I nearly made it, but again, a couple kisses would have helped me out. He finished off, again. Then went home. I asked for his number. He took mine instead. I am assuming he won't ever call. I don't exactly want to date him, but would love playing with that again! I won't drink that time, which may help, too.

Saturday morning got up early and went over to Brad's house. Rick and Joe were there, and we played Arkham Horror again. Screwed up the first time, so scrapped it and started over. Did much better the second time around, but I had to leave about 4 to get back home for the dinner party, so they finished without me. Cris was at Russell's house cleaning (he hired him to do a monthly clean), and Ronny came over as my guest. When he finished, Russell invited him to stay for dinner, and he said sure. The new downstairs tenant came, with his girlfriend, and her sister. Brian and Irma came. Russell's friends Moe and Moe's wife (I can't remember her name) came from Boston, as well. Moe is South African, and kinda cute.

Cris quickly took charge of the grill, and they put me in charge of pina coladas, which were a big hit. Russell had picked up Malibu instead of regular rum, so they were not that strong, but very tasty. I picked the olives out of my salad, so someone commented incredulously that they couldn't believe someone would not like olives. Brian chimed in that he doesn't like olives, either. Moe responded with "Well, you just haven't tried MY olives!" I couldn't help but laugh, which triggered a serious round of laughter around the whole table. Moe got a little embarrassed and admitted he walked right into that one. Russell commented that he needs to "know his audience", which I don't think he caught. Later Irma tried to convince us that she is taller than I am, so we ended up back-to-back. Somehow, Moe got caught up in it, too, and next thing I know he grabs my hand, and is back-to-back with me. Not that I minded.

Later, they switched to margaritas. I declined. Said I don't drink tequila, after a bad experience. Moe asked "how ugly was she?" I said "Not that kind of experience; I just got drunk." He never clued in, apparently.

Then Ronny, Cris, and I headed back to Brad and Cris's to watch a movie. "Shelter" Gay coming of age story. Not bad. The sister was despicable, but that happens. Brad and Cris were both getting tired, so they went to sleep, and Ronny headed home. Nish called from the club, so I headed down there. Chatted with hotdog guy for a bit. Nish was dancing with cute black guy, Reggie. At the end of the evening, they convinced me to come along to an after-party. Sokun was there with a big bowl full of sex-on-the-beach. And a stack of straws. I got home about 4am.

At 10am, Ronny called to go get breakfast. Cris came along, and we went to IHOP. Stopped in at Taco Bell, but no Nauber, so I called him. He said he told me he doesn't work TB on weekends. So, we made plans to meet up later that night when he finished his other job. When I picked him up, his allergies were pretty bad, and he was quite apologetic. He also had a full tray of fudge brownies for me. We went back to my place, and made him some tea. He spent the night. In the middle of the night, we started gettin' busy. I made a mess on him, and then we went back to sleep. In the morning, we finished what had started earlier. This time we both got off, but he of course was able to throw his away, while I just made another mess on him.

He's not as impressively endowed as the one from Friday, but he loves to kiss, and has that aura about him that gets me going. He also told me that Sunday afternoon he was talking with his mother back in Brazil, and he told her about me. That kind of confirms the 'relationshippy' tendency. Not that I mind, but I did clearly state that I plan to leave MA in a couple months. Ronny of course is hoping I fall in love and decide to stay in MA for at least 2 more years. I told him not to count it.