November 23, 2006

• Last night, we went to Gino’s East for dinner as we always do the night before Thanksgiving. About 5:30 I got a call from Heather. We discussed who was going and she asked about Jt. I told him that Jt is never my responsibility, but I wouldn’t care if she called him. Flash forward to me arriving at Gino’s. I hang with a crowd of chronically late people. As I was parking I see a Jeep Cheroke pull up. I think it might be Jt, until I saw a guy with a big nose driving and I knew it was him. Shit. what if nobody else is there yet. On the other hand, we are expecting about 10 people and the parking lot is packed. Fuck it, I need to get us a table, so I should go in. Besides, I’m sure he will be smart enough to wait in the car. I walked in and told the hostess chick that we would need about 10 seats. While I was sitting there, he walked in. I glanced back at him (he was directly behind me about 3 feet with nobody between us). I turned my back to him and waited for the hostess lady to come back. I just stood there with a smirk on my face and I swear I could hear him giggle. Soon, he walked back out and made a phone call for about 10 minutes. I found out later that he called Heather and said to her “hurry up, its just me and Mike here and its really akward.” Funny as hell. At least I know I wasn’t the only one that felt it. The thing is, that this was as good of a chance as any to make up with him. Or at least say something to each other. And yet, we didn’t.

  As for dinner, it was good. Then again, pizza from Gino’s is always good. After that, we went to our local dumpy bar that we usually go to. Scooty brought along his gay brother. Now that his brother knows that I too am gay, he seems to think that I’m the same type of typical flamming gay guy like him. He asked me what gay bars in boystown that I occasionally go to. I told him I don’t occasionally go to any of them and his response was “oh, so you go frequently?” No, I don’t ever go. He mentioned one of the bars and told me that I would enjoy it. I tried to explain to him that it just wasn’t my scene, but he just couldn’t seem to understand.

  I ran into Danielle’s husband at the bar too, he was there with a couple of cute friends, one of whom happened to be a pretty big jackass but was wearing a really cool Bears hat. That last sentence really didn’t have much of a point.

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