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muckefuckThe weekend was exhaustingly social. I'd tentatively RSVPed to three different events figuring I'd selectively cancel later but I ended up going to all three--while hosting Liver Ladoo for a couple nights. He was supposed to come in Friday but his flight was cancelled and he came close to postponing his visit altogether, but he ultimately decided a couple days with me was worth a full day of travel and came in Saturday evening.
So after having humped to get the place ready, I felt at loose ends on Friday and decided to go a foaf's election celebration after all. He was serving sparkling wine, which I'm not much of a fan of, and I couldn't remember what kind of liquor cabinet he kept (turns out it's awesome), so I brought a fifth of gin (Bombay Sapphire, natch) and drank too much of it. It was an interesting crowd and I tried hard to make the rounds. We got booted shortly before midnight so I invited the last guy I was talking to to a nightcap at Big Chicks and got home pretty late.
I'd been vacillating about the wine tasting on Saturday afternoon because I'm not a huge fan of reds but LL said he wanted to go so I RSVPed and then felt bad not going. It was at a swank garden apartment in Edgewater and I knew half the crowd. I kept saying it would be amusing if I dissed my own wine and I did (a rare miss for recommendations from Andersonville Liquors). Though I'd asked about spitting, I ended up only dumping, so I was pretty lit before I made it home.
I had some time to sobre and eat something up while waiting on LL to make it across town. He claimed not to be hungry so we went right to the party. It was something of a bare-bones affair, but turnout was good so we ended up staying until almost the very end, which led to a leisurely morning. He wanted Indian food so we eventually made plans to meet up with the same friends we ate with there on his last visit.
He and I set off on foot and got hungry enough that we stopped off at Pak Sweets for Kashmiri tea and halwa puri before making our way on to Uru-Swati. We split pani puri and dahi puri and snitched food from the veggie thali one of the gang ordered. The other friend ordered a chile naan which was so spicy that no one in group--not him, not his Mexican boyfriend, and not LL himself--could stomach it.
They gave us a ride back home and then LL reverted to his strangely antisocial behaviour: messaging guys on Growlr and talking about going out, all the while hanging out with me. I'm not sure if this is a perverse way of signalling that he's interested without taking the risk of proposing something or what, but I find it ridiculous, so I eventually took matters into my own hands and contrived a threesome.
It ended up being something of a Devil's triangle situation, since the third was someone I presume has no sexual interest in me but I wagered would be comfortable enough sharing a bed. For his part, LL was interested in him but felt weird hosting under my nose (even though I'd encouraged him to). Neither of us got off and, honestly, the best part of the night was snuggling with him afterwards.
After all this, I knew I'd be garbage in this morning so I took it off. I'd've liked to have taken the whole day but I had my student worker in the afternoon and I didn't trust him to take care of himself. It was cloudy and colder and LL made it clear he wasn't leaving the house so we disported ourselves and then I left in something of a rush as to cut short any long goodbyes.
So after having humped to get the place ready, I felt at loose ends on Friday and decided to go a foaf's election celebration after all. He was serving sparkling wine, which I'm not much of a fan of, and I couldn't remember what kind of liquor cabinet he kept (turns out it's awesome), so I brought a fifth of gin (Bombay Sapphire, natch) and drank too much of it. It was an interesting crowd and I tried hard to make the rounds. We got booted shortly before midnight so I invited the last guy I was talking to to a nightcap at Big Chicks and got home pretty late.
I'd been vacillating about the wine tasting on Saturday afternoon because I'm not a huge fan of reds but LL said he wanted to go so I RSVPed and then felt bad not going. It was at a swank garden apartment in Edgewater and I knew half the crowd. I kept saying it would be amusing if I dissed my own wine and I did (a rare miss for recommendations from Andersonville Liquors). Though I'd asked about spitting, I ended up only dumping, so I was pretty lit before I made it home.
I had some time to sobre and eat something up while waiting on LL to make it across town. He claimed not to be hungry so we went right to the party. It was something of a bare-bones affair, but turnout was good so we ended up staying until almost the very end, which led to a leisurely morning. He wanted Indian food so we eventually made plans to meet up with the same friends we ate with there on his last visit.
He and I set off on foot and got hungry enough that we stopped off at Pak Sweets for Kashmiri tea and halwa puri before making our way on to Uru-Swati. We split pani puri and dahi puri and snitched food from the veggie thali one of the gang ordered. The other friend ordered a chile naan which was so spicy that no one in group--not him, not his Mexican boyfriend, and not LL himself--could stomach it.
They gave us a ride back home and then LL reverted to his strangely antisocial behaviour: messaging guys on Growlr and talking about going out, all the while hanging out with me. I'm not sure if this is a perverse way of signalling that he's interested without taking the risk of proposing something or what, but I find it ridiculous, so I eventually took matters into my own hands and contrived a threesome.
It ended up being something of a Devil's triangle situation, since the third was someone I presume has no sexual interest in me but I wagered would be comfortable enough sharing a bed. For his part, LL was interested in him but felt weird hosting under my nose (even though I'd encouraged him to). Neither of us got off and, honestly, the best part of the night was snuggling with him afterwards.
After all this, I knew I'd be garbage in this morning so I took it off. I'd've liked to have taken the whole day but I had my student worker in the afternoon and I didn't trust him to take care of himself. It was cloudy and colder and LL made it clear he wasn't leaving the house so we disported ourselves and then I left in something of a rush as to cut short any long goodbyes.