Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Afternoon Edition - 5/27/08

Memorable Memorial Weekend
For many years I took to the road with the other summer-enthused travelers only to sit on a parking-lot-like road or a packed plane to join the “crowd” at the latest hot spot. A lot has changed in the last year – including my need for clubbing, partying and hitting the circuit. Friday night I treated myself to a hot bath – bubbles, candles and the like – followed by a relaxing movie. With the extra day to spare, I suggested to BD that we reconnect with our own friendship circles since I hadn’t seen hide or hair of my friends in weeks and rumor had it that I was suffering from HLS – hibernating lover syndrome. As my eyes popped open just after noon on Saturday, I stretched and felt the refreshing feeling of someone who finally did his body good and turned every sleep-depriving interruption off. I started my coffee, hit the shower for a wake-me-up and fixed myself a real scrambled eggs, bacon and cinnamon raisin English muffin breakfast. After a light tidy-up around the crib, I gave myself a pedicure, a fresh shave and hit the gym for a heart-thumping two-hour workout. Once home I called BD to see if he finalized his evening plans with his pals only to find that he had chosen to chill at home for the evening. I’ve finally reached the point with BD where I prefer chillin’ at home with him than spending an evening burning through cash at a club or bar. It’s this weird sense that I’m having the best time ever and I can actually have a drink, watch a movie, dance and have a sure-fire hot piece at the end of the evening. I know…I digress. So as I jumped into my car and took my trek into the city, I pumped my Keyshia Cole and enjoyed the light traffic downtown; it appears folks had ignored the high gas and airfare prices and had deserted Dodge. Once downtown I stopped at a bar, downed two quick Heinekens and was meeting my friends at the club by 1 a.m. After pumpin’ it out for three sweat drenched hours, we hit one of our favorite breakfast haunts for bagels and lox before returning to the B-X and some much needed rest. My body rhythm doesn’t appear to include overnight drinks and party marathons anymore and boy does it show. By 6:30 a.m. I was feeling light-headed and yawning more than a 2-year old at church. I didn’t wake until noon Sunday and quickly dialed BD to let him know I was coming to get him. With the Minnie at his mom’s house, BD and I played paddle ball for two hours and; several bruised ribs and inflamed ligaments and tendons in my left leg later and the big question remains whether I’m getting older or just so competitive that I just can’t let one get by me…yeah, I’m getting older folks! After a quick after workout romp in the hay, BD and I took a quick shower, laughed about how hard we played and hit Cowgirls (featured in Sex in the City back in the day) for dinner. The food was magnificent – from appetizers, to dinner to dessert, BD and I shared from each other’s plates and just gorged on well prepared southern comfort staples. After dinner we walked around the west Village hand-in-hand and even stopped off for jewelry, a couple of DVDs and some teenage-esque stolen kisses on the strip. We rode home, both feeling a sense that life can be full of good sometimes. A hot bath later and we were curled up catching Boy Culture (I’ve seen the flick, but I wanted BD to love it as much as I do). Once the credits rolled, we did too…several times…before falling asleep sometime after 4 a.m. I woke up to BD staring straight in my face, which quickly had me pull the sheet over myself. He pulled it down and kissed me dead in the mouth; a real no-no for me since I suffer from MPBOCD (Morning Pre Brush Obsessive Compulsive Disorder). I turned on my other side and we lay there spooning until I could no longer hold the morning water. I fixed a great breakfast and we hung out with BD’s friends in the afternoon. By the evening hours it was time to pick-up the Minnie and drive my boyz home. Even with the agony of what feels like broken ribs and a fractured leg, I’ve never felt so complete, so fulfilled and so content. Memorial Day weekend was just that….one to be remembered.

On Blast
You’ve lived; you’ve accomplished so much; you’ve done it all really….then you do next to nothing with someone you love and realize how much you’ve missed.
Can you recall a time when you filled your calendar from Sunday to Saturday in an attempt to keep yourself busy and in-the-know only to find out you were like a mouse face-first on a glue trap – stuck going nowhere, pained by your predicament and beginning to stink to others?

Keep passin’ the open windows…

11 comments:

Darius T. Williams said...

Ahhh sounds like you had such a great weekend. I love those types that are full of rest and relaxation...and a few surprises in between.

Actually, I've never been one to fill my calendar to the point that in actuality I'm going no where. I know others though. Actually, I prefer not to fill my calendar - sit at home - and do nothing...like for real, absolutely nothing.

Ty said...

I think those are the best weekends; when you can chill with someone you love and just enjoy each other's presence. Glad that you enjoyed the weekend.

The Pew View said...

I remembers the time when I was in my younger years. Child, I would hit jook joint after jook joint. See back then, I had something my mama gave me and well, let's just say them fine men in the joints used to love seeing me shake my joints! That's my problem. I shook for so long and so hard this arthritis is acting up something terrible. I regrets it...yes I do.

With Love,
Mrs. Mabel

Pussykat Meow said...

Yeah...I don't know about the stink part, but there was a time when I was known as the events coordinator. For a group of people here in DC I was the go to guy for what's hot any weekend. I remember people looking at me and saying, "Damn you're everywhere..." and I was having a good time too. But, after a while it just wasn't the same. Now I stay home with SB and watch The Real Housewives of New York and I don't have a single thought about what else I could be doing...and I'm okay with that....*sigh*...luv!!!!!

JB

bLaQ~n~MiLD said...

Sadly I don't know what love is.

Your weekend sounded great baby boy! Absolutely wonderful and I'm sure there will be many more to come. *Smile*

~Damnit!

That Dude Right There said...

I'm with Darius on this one. I NEVER pack my calendar with things to do. I'm stressed enough that I refuse to add any more to it.

But it sounds like you had a great weekend. Those "just us" weekends are the best.

Joey Bahamas said...

Ooop...I used my other blog to leave that message...

PK Meow aka JB

yet another black guy said...

i know guys are prolly mad jealous of you right now. i mean, you just described a lot of dudes dream for real. and you're living it! but you know it serves as a tangible thing to all the haters out there that love is real - CONGRATS!

Kensilo said...

I love HLS!! LOL!!! It it great to see that you enjoyed your Memorial day Weekend. I enjoyed mines as well. And I am with ya I dont do clubs that often but it's good to get out with the guys. Take care and Continue to Enjoy Life!!

HUGZS..

P.S. I got your email. Did you get the one I sent back to ya??

Curio said...

I've learned not to over fill my plate so to speak. The older you get the wiser you get (we hope).

Darius T. Williams said...

Yo...where you at?