Puppies & Daddies
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thepnutgalleryWoke up, but didn't feel like getting up. Fortunately, I have a phone that lets me check things from the comfort of my comforter. I texted Chip, and his replies were intermittent. I thought he was hurt, but it turns out he was having breakfast with Stacy and some other friends. If he'd have known I was going to be up, he'd have invited me. In the admittedly few times we've slept in the same bed, I'll grant I don't get up quite as early as him, but we're talking 7am vs 5am here. Not exactly the crack of noon.
One of the ideas I'd had was for us to go to the dog park, and Chip drove us to Dog Beach instead. It was wonderful. I really, truly, have no idea why I don't spend more time there. I get that it's a little like a spinster sitting at a playground, but that's not why I avoid it. We saw a lesbian with Great Danes we could have ridden into battle. We met a puppy who's ears, in their relaxed state, sit crossed on top of her head. We saw a 3 legged dog running gleefully. We saw water dogs swimming out in the deeper water, wondering why no one else was joining them. We saw a BIG old basset hound waddling along and occasionally howling; presumably bemoaning the kids on his lawn.
We went for coffee at Peet's after the park. I like Peet's if only because they sometimes sell vegan baked goods. I never buy them, but I try to support a company that thinks about that. Joey was working, and it was nice to briefly chat with him. Chip had gotten highlights from the week, and wanted the latest Tim developments in more detail. He mentioned that friends of his say he's attracted to younger men as a surrogate for the disappointment he feels in his own son. I wondered about that myself, and said so, since he's directly compared my accomplishments with Thomas's lack thereof. I also mentioned that it's been posited that there is something there regarding my tendency towards older men, but no one has come to any conclusions, just that there is something.
He says I seem well. We also talked about Australia, and his upcoming trip to New Zealand. I'm looking forward to the trip. Since we were parked at Peet's, and I had the housewarming parties, I stopped at CVS to pick up booze. They have a surprisingly excellent selection, and surprisingly cheap prices. It turns out Chip knows the boys at the first housewarming, so decided to come with.
I hopped online for a second, and was immediately hit up by Steve, the quick shooter from the other week. I logged off, but he texted that he wanted to come over. Oh, alright. Got cleaned up just in time, and it was nice. It's been bugging me that he looks familiar, and I couldn't place him. He looks like Shawna's husband Woody. Kyle and Robert's new place is quite nice, if quite difficult to find. There's no glass allowed by the pool, so most of the party was upstairs in the condo itself. Kyle was unusually affectionate, and they're going on the Gay Mardi Gras cruise. I was also quite friendly with a thin bearded gent by the name of Luke, who was driving up North to see his niece's stage debut as Ariel, and talked dogs with Chip and Anthony Johnson. I also identified a new song I'd heard, but I'm neither in love with, nor willing to dismiss. Turns out it's by one of Spin Magazine's Top 20 Pop Albums of 2012.
All too soon, it was time to go. Ostensibly, this was so I could get to Serena's housewarming, but that had started at 2:30, and I hate showing up late, so I didn't go. I was just settling in for a Disco Nap when I got a text, misspelling my name, and purporting to be from "Jack." A few more texts, and it turns out it was Jack Degnan, the game designer I've been after for a few years. He asked what was for dinner. I sputtered, but offered to go somewhere or make something. Either was fine, and anything was fine. As much as I hate making decisions, I wanted to drink with dinner, and I wanted to get laid after, so I had him over instead. Nothing special - pasta with "beef." It needed more salt. He claimed inebriation after one drink, and didn't remember meeting me at Flick's in 2009, right after I'd hacked up my chest. Discussing people who owe me money, he suddenly asked if I was codependent. Yes. He is, too. We fucked, but he was tired, and we dozed for a few minutes together. Lending credence to the Daddy Issue campaign, I always remember laying on my papa's shoulder when I'm in bed with a sufficiently furry and stocky man. He showered, and said he might still make it out to Rich's, but probably not.
I had plenty of time to get there before text, and even more time if I didn't care about saving half cover. I knew I'd probably go out and know a million people, or have a good time on my own, but I was tired of that sort of effort. I wanted to be invited, not wrangle others, or run into them. Since I'd slept so poorly forever, I called it a night around midnight instead.
One of the ideas I'd had was for us to go to the dog park, and Chip drove us to Dog Beach instead. It was wonderful. I really, truly, have no idea why I don't spend more time there. I get that it's a little like a spinster sitting at a playground, but that's not why I avoid it. We saw a lesbian with Great Danes we could have ridden into battle. We met a puppy who's ears, in their relaxed state, sit crossed on top of her head. We saw a 3 legged dog running gleefully. We saw water dogs swimming out in the deeper water, wondering why no one else was joining them. We saw a BIG old basset hound waddling along and occasionally howling; presumably bemoaning the kids on his lawn.
We went for coffee at Peet's after the park. I like Peet's if only because they sometimes sell vegan baked goods. I never buy them, but I try to support a company that thinks about that. Joey was working, and it was nice to briefly chat with him. Chip had gotten highlights from the week, and wanted the latest Tim developments in more detail. He mentioned that friends of his say he's attracted to younger men as a surrogate for the disappointment he feels in his own son. I wondered about that myself, and said so, since he's directly compared my accomplishments with Thomas's lack thereof. I also mentioned that it's been posited that there is something there regarding my tendency towards older men, but no one has come to any conclusions, just that there is something.
He says I seem well. We also talked about Australia, and his upcoming trip to New Zealand. I'm looking forward to the trip. Since we were parked at Peet's, and I had the housewarming parties, I stopped at CVS to pick up booze. They have a surprisingly excellent selection, and surprisingly cheap prices. It turns out Chip knows the boys at the first housewarming, so decided to come with.
I hopped online for a second, and was immediately hit up by Steve, the quick shooter from the other week. I logged off, but he texted that he wanted to come over. Oh, alright. Got cleaned up just in time, and it was nice. It's been bugging me that he looks familiar, and I couldn't place him. He looks like Shawna's husband Woody. Kyle and Robert's new place is quite nice, if quite difficult to find. There's no glass allowed by the pool, so most of the party was upstairs in the condo itself. Kyle was unusually affectionate, and they're going on the Gay Mardi Gras cruise. I was also quite friendly with a thin bearded gent by the name of Luke, who was driving up North to see his niece's stage debut as Ariel, and talked dogs with Chip and Anthony Johnson. I also identified a new song I'd heard, but I'm neither in love with, nor willing to dismiss. Turns out it's by one of Spin Magazine's Top 20 Pop Albums of 2012.
All too soon, it was time to go. Ostensibly, this was so I could get to Serena's housewarming, but that had started at 2:30, and I hate showing up late, so I didn't go. I was just settling in for a Disco Nap when I got a text, misspelling my name, and purporting to be from "Jack." A few more texts, and it turns out it was Jack Degnan, the game designer I've been after for a few years. He asked what was for dinner. I sputtered, but offered to go somewhere or make something. Either was fine, and anything was fine. As much as I hate making decisions, I wanted to drink with dinner, and I wanted to get laid after, so I had him over instead. Nothing special - pasta with "beef." It needed more salt. He claimed inebriation after one drink, and didn't remember meeting me at Flick's in 2009, right after I'd hacked up my chest. Discussing people who owe me money, he suddenly asked if I was codependent. Yes. He is, too. We fucked, but he was tired, and we dozed for a few minutes together. Lending credence to the Daddy Issue campaign, I always remember laying on my papa's shoulder when I'm in bed with a sufficiently furry and stocky man. He showered, and said he might still make it out to Rich's, but probably not.
I had plenty of time to get there before text, and even more time if I didn't care about saving half cover. I knew I'd probably go out and know a million people, or have a good time on my own, but I was tired of that sort of effort. I wanted to be invited, not wrangle others, or run into them. Since I'd slept so poorly forever, I called it a night around midnight instead.
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