| Jun. 1st, 2005 @ 02:27 pm Gay Days dream |
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Current Mood:  excited
Current Music: Hotel Paper - Michelle Branch
Since I'm leaving for my 2nd annual Gay Days in about 16 hours, I thought it would be a nice fortune-telling exercise to try to predict what will happen this weekend.
I ran into Scott Petty on the Path yesterday and we realized his group (consisting of 13) and my group (consisting of 2) are on the same flight... there and back. I love hanging out with the NY Crew - they definitely made Gay Days an adventure last year. It'll be nice to hang out with them on the plane and at the airport.
Landing on time, in beautiful 85 degree weather, I'm going to be so excited to see Jason. It's been months and that's just too long for us. He's going to be much bigger than me, since he's been working and I've been... abs-ing. But I'll look better in the swimsuit and that's all that matters. Since I bought two of them this weekend. And since one has geometric shapes on it. Very fitting for a math major, right?
Checking into the Wyndham has to be one of my favorite things to do. Walking through the halls and noticing that every... single... person... is gay, is quite a trip. And then when the random straight family from Arkansas steps out of the elevator, you can't help but laugh at the shocked expressions. The father quickly grabing his daughter's hand and pulling his son tighter to him as the fags flock around the hotel in skimpy swimsuits and boas and 4 Louis V bags each... it's too much for those types of families.
But then you also get the great families, the ones from Arizona and California, and perhaps even Illinois if they live close enough to Chi-town. They see us descend on the hotel and they smile. They give us room to be ourselves and deep in their hearts they wish they could do the same. How many straight people go to Orlando for a weekend simply to drink themselves silly, hang out at a pool party every day, dance to amazing DJ's, experience the parks after they close in the evenings, and just be a kid? Very few, and those that do are ravers who lose their touch after 25.
Thursday night we'll hit Mannequin's, which I've never experienced. Brett tells me that it's THE place to be on Thursday's and most of the guys who work at Disney or the surrounding parks go there. I imagine I'll run into Mike Fries while I'm there, and wouldn't it be hilarious if I finally crossed paths with Eric Haag? I wonder what he looks like, 3 years later. Will I still have a serious crush on him? Or will I finally see that he's no different (meaning no better and no worse) than anyone else in my life?
Friday there is a 60% chance of rain, but I'm begging you, please God, do not let it downpour. Islands of Adventure is one of my favorite parks and I really want to spend a great day there in the sun. But hear me now, even if you do make it rain, I will be there through it all, soaking wet and smiling like a goof.
Which reminds me, I'm not going to smile quite so wide from now on. I caught myself in the mirrors at the gym yesterday and I realized I kind of look like a hyena. If I keep it to a basic smile (which to everyone else is a big smile) then I look fine. But my big smiles are sometimes just too big.
But I digress. Friday night I will put on my new mathematical suit and drive over to Typhoon Lagoon. The first ride I want to experience is the speed tube. I love the rush I get when my stomach slams up into my throat as I fly down that steep decline. Plus, this will get me drenched and let my cute little dimples show in my suit. :-)
At this point I'm going to just go wild - I'll lounge in the lazy river (but this time I'll "accidentally" get my tube locked up with a hot guy's - I'll play in the wave pool and learn how to body surf, for real this time - I'll dance my ass off to Brett Henrichsen (who is the most gorgeous DJ on the circuit) and I WILL introduce myself and flirt with him. Mark my words, and notice both the bold and the capital letters in that statement. This is truly my one wish for this weekend.
Saturday I'm going to head down to the pool and capture a recliner so Jason and I can lounge while Brett flirts with every boy in the hotel. I'll flirt too, but as we all know, I have a tendency to find the ones that don't really like me. :-) Or live out of town, of course.
MGM will be smokin' when we walk in. Two DJ's this year, with all the main rides open. I'll rip my shirt off from the beginning, instead of halfway through like I did last year. Goddamn it, I have abs and I might as well show them off. Besides, it gets quite warm in those crowds. hehe
This is where I'll do the most damage, I predict. Rock 'N Rollercoaster, the House of Terror (or whatever it's called) and just walking through the streets. I'll see people passed out on the benches, and little queens waving glowsticks through the air. I'll see muscle daddy's in leather and trannies in bras. I'll see thousands of happy gay men, waving their hands in the air as they dance under the stars. And at the end of it all, I'll see an amazing fireworks show. The biggest Gay Days has ever had.
And I will cuddle up with someone that night. :-P
Sunday morning will be more exhausting. The pool party will be more fun, though, because Sunday parties always are. Last year we had squishy Nerf balls that brought about a big pool fight. The hotties versus the hotties. It was smashing. And that's when I met both Gary Jr and Andrew. I wonder if Gary will be back this year? He stopped returning my calls and e-mails, so I doubt he'll even talk to me if we cross paths. Disappointing too, since he was gorgeous and I would have loved a chance to kiss his lips...
But it won't matter this year, because I'll be spending all day Sunday with my new beau. His name? {shrugs} Hopefully something sexy, like Colin or Alex or one of those that have always struck a chord in my heart. Most likely??? Bob, or Wayne, or George. Names my grandfather's friends have.
Sunday night I will stay out until the end of the party. I will not miss the incredible closing show that had everyone talking, and me wincing. I can't truly believe that my feet hurt enough that I had to leave before the end. Mark my words, it won't happen again this year.
And on Monday morning we'll head back to the airport to say goodbye to Jason at his gate before making our way to our gate to hang out with the NY Crew once again. How wild can we make the flight home? Oh I'm sure we can think of plenty to do by then. Unless, of course, we've all passed out for much needed sleep.
~X_Ception
ps - i will not be molested in the pool again this year... unless it's agreed upon in advance, in which case it's not really molestation, is it? |
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