Don't Get In Cars With Strangers

I am sure that most of your mothers told you the same thing growing up as mine did; “Don’t get into cars with strangers”.  Very sound advice for a youth not to be taken away and kidnapped or what have you, and still a solid strategy even in adulthood.  You know where this is going, don’t you?

Let’s just say it was one hell of a long weekend!  Josh flew into town on Saturday and the two of us left a mark on this town I’m sure it will remember for a long time coming.  We really are double trouble when we get together.  Well, the equation is not just Joe + Josh = Trouble, there is a third element that when added to the mix creates the kind of stories one blogs about (and quite a few better left to the fuzzy memories of those who lived them).  That ingredient my friends, is of course, Alcohol.

From the minute we got back from the airport champagne bottles were popped!  And the flow didn’t ebb until the day Josh left.  Here’s a recap of the details I can share with you all.  I know, I know, some of you want the whole raucous truth, but come on!  Our mothers read this blog!  If anyone wants further information they will just have to buy either Josh or myself a drink (or ten) and try to coax it out of us.

Like I said, the second we got back from the airport the bubbly were being consumed.   Once the bottle was polished off it was time for some food and a tour of the gay ole town!  We started with George’s Alibi where Josh encountered his other vice for the weekend; Nachos.  No, these are not just any nacho.  These are the best, most delicious nachos either of us had ever consumed!  With faces aptly stuffed, we sauntered along Wilton Drive poking in and out of all the quaint little shops there.  Okay, perhaps quaint is not the best descriptive word for an adult novelty shop called Rockhard where you can buy games like Anal Ring Toss, but you try expanding upon your vocabulary on the first day of a detox!

                

That night we went to the namesake bar of the town, The Manor.  The place was jumping!  Wall to wall boys and multiple rooms playing different types of music for everyone to get down and shake their rump to.  While neither of us were particular to any of the songs being played, our hips just have a mind of their own once they feel a beat and we cut a rug!  Metaphorically speaking, the dance floor was obviously nor carpeted .  After a rather rude encounter with a small gaggle of Coloradian gays we decided to try out a different spot.

BOOM!  … No, that wasn’t a sound effect implying something blew up.  That is the actual name of the club we went to.  The music at BOOM was immediately to our liking and we danced the night away.  We also made friends with one of the bartenders who happens to be named Mark, just like our favorite bartender back in NYC at The Toolbox on the upper east side!  Miss you Mark!!  Seriously, if you are reading from NYC hit up The Toolbox!  It’s a great time every time and you might even get to see Mark dance in his undies!  Oooh scandalous!

The lights came on and as the last two left in the club (as usual) we were asked politely to leave.  Surprisingly the next day I was feeling alright, even after the shots given to us by Mark.  Josh on the other hand, not so much.  We hit the beach so that he could nap away his hangover in the sun, but the wind had other ideas.  It kicked so much sand up at us I was finding  it in strange places hours later.

Deciding that the only surefire hangover cure (though probably not the healthiest) was the “hair of the dog” method, we refilled our cups and set out for another wild night!  After watching the Golden Globes like all the other gays (and eating some more nachos!).  On the walk over to Boom after seeing Josh’s girl Meryl win, we were hollered at from an approaching car.  Certainly not the first time two cute guys such as ourselves have dealt with this kind of thing.  Nonetheless, this was the first time we were actually offered a lift, or should I say; accepted the lift.  Mom, stop panicking!  I am obviously alive and well if I am writing this blog.  Honestly, they were just a couple of nice older guys going to the same place we were.  Plus, I’m a third degree black belt, that at least takes away some of the risk.

Studio 54 Sunday at BOOM proved to be another fun night!  Josh and I both love that music, so we boogied down pretty hard, plus we got to see the bartenders in harnesses.  Seeing as we had a late night and a rough morning we cashed it in before closing time and had a slightly more restful night.

Monday was clearly a day for day drinking.  I mean, isn’t every day?  Starting at the ripe hour of 11 am we kicked off our beer crawl without leaving the apartment.  We then moved on to the Beir Garden for lunch and a delicious bucket of Belgian brews, some drunken shopping, more beers, some jumping on the trampoline in the living room, more beers and some pizza as we watched Bridesmaids.  Hysterical movie!  Can’t believe that was my first time seeing it!  We really had it in our minds that it was going to be a quiet night and were only going to go out for a drink or two.  Then Lauren called, you know Lauren, she is Josh’s roommate and my Californian partner in crime!  She said that no matter how calm we said the night would be, she had a gut feeling that Josh’s last night was going to be wild.  I have to ask her for the lotto numbers because she hit the nail on the head!

                         

Margarita Monday at Alibi with margarita’s for only $2.50 were just the start of our undoing.  For once we got to BOOM, Mark hooked us up with more margaritas and more shots.  We definitely got a little crazy… alright, a lot crazy!  I even wound up trying on Mark’s harness at some point.  Drinks continued and memories blurred.  It was by far the wildest night I’ve had in Wilton.  Well, except maybe Friday… I still don’t know what happened at the end of that night.  Still pretty sure Monday beats it!

                  

Mother Nature cooperated for Josh’s last day and we had perfect beach weather!  Both of us got some color and after one last round of nachos it was time to say goodbye.  I miss that boy already, but I think my liver is thankful for the reprieve.  More wild times are in our future though, and the universe must be smiling on me because after almost 2 full weeks of looking I just saw my first manatee!!  Yep, as I wrote this for all of you one swam by the dock and I got to see it and say hi!  I wish he would have surfaced more so I could have gotten a picture, but alas.  Was a cute little one too!  Anyhoo, that’s all for now.  Stay tuned for the next exciting adventure, like Annie says “It’s only a day away”.  Until then… Catch ya on the flip side!

Joey “Stunts”