So instead, I decided that to stall going home for as long as I could, so I convinced Steven to come with me to DuPont Circle and we got some frozen yogurt and chatted a while about how we spent our Saturdays. Steven told me about his adventures in the Big Apple, and I told him about my epic journey, spending the afternoon with my oldest sister who lives out here and her 2 yr old, trying to find her some new pants. I think that it was clear who had the more exciting day.......I'll give you a hint: it wasn't the one with a bottomless 2 year old and her mother.
Later that day, I headed out to spend the evening at my friend Ricky's house for his innagural Game Night. So, as I packed the two board games that I own into my bookbag (with Ricky, you never know) and headed out to catch the bus when I got a call. It was Ricky. For a brief moment, I was actually nervous that he was calling to ask where I was; it was about 5:40, and it was scheduled to start at 6. “hey, what time are you planning on leaving for my house?” “I'm headed to the bus right now” “Ok, well don't go to my house, because I'm not there. *insert silly grown man giggle*” “Ok, so where are you?” “Up the street from you at Target getting stuff for the party” “Alright, I'll come meet you there.”
So I begin to walk up the street, with game board pieces jingling in my bookbag like unidentified suspicious contraband. When I arrive at Target, he tells me that he's on the second floor. Ok, I tell myself, let's check the electronics section. Not there. Kitchen appliances and utensils. Not there either.I basically try to rule out all options before I go to the place where I already know where he is: it's 6pm, the time that his party was scheduled to start, on the night of the Game Night Party. So where is he? At Target, buying the board games. When I run into him, he is buying busy trying to find out which games to buy. So we do a little party shopping and a little boy cruising (the Target in Columbia Heights is alwas good for that) then head out to arrive fashionably late for his own party. We meet up with some of his other friends and eventually sit down to begin the evening. After spending a few minutes discussing the fact that he keeps his porn collection intermixed with his regular films (“How can you keep Thugzilla next to Life is Beautiful??”) we sit down and decide to watch Fame instead of playing games, seeing as how it's now 8:30pm, and we all have to work tomorrow. Later once the lesbian quotient arrives we switch to playing Taboo – insert obvious joke about lesbians loving to use their mouths – but for that short while, it was just us guys (gay black men) sitting around on a friend's bed watching Leroy straddle the line between 80's manwhore and obvious queen. We laughed when a girl pretends to kill herself and instead just switches her course of study, and become annoyed with the sad lonely gay boy (“If I see one more movie where the solitary gay boy either dies of AIDS, suicide, or is just sad all the damn time I'm gonna choke someone!”), and just enjoyed eachother's company. It was just nice to feel like this was the usual for us. And I secretly hoped, since I'll be around more, that it would be.
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