December 4, 1995
1:01PM Written on the plane...
Saturday afternoon, Larry and I dropped Katie off at Frank & Susan's then headed on to the house in La Jolla, near San Diego.
We got there, hung out for a bit, then drove around the town. We first stopped at the beach and watched the sun set... my first on the west coast. And also the first time I touched the Pacific Ocean: I was posing for a picture when the water came up around my feet.
After the sun set, Larry and I further explored La Jolla. We bought a snowman and angel cookie then headed to the Gap. Not finding anything too exciting, we left and started walking down the streets. It was a nice little city, very well decorated with cute surfers. --They just don't have guys like that on the east coast.-- Once even, Larry and I walked passed this valet parking attendent. I turned towards Larry to say how gorgeous the guy was, and Larry's tongue was already out. Apparently he found the guy drool-worthy, too.
On our way home, we passed the Comedy Store where Larry suggested we take in a show. I told him that it was probably 21+, but he said we'd call to find out.
After getting home, Larry found a message on the machine from Rich. I wasn't even mentioned. It was at that point that I decided that I was trying too hard. I was tired of being substandard because I'm 19 and tired of going after a guy who was far less than interested. (Somehow, --The chronology has been forgotten.-- we found out the comedy club was indeed limited to 21 and over.) Larry, in the meantime while this was going through my head, was calling around trying to find a gay 18+ hang out.
Anyway, when he got off the phone, I said "Fix me a cocksucker." (1/3rd Irish Cream, 1/3rd Butterscotch Schnapps, and 1/3rd Vodka) He double-taked and I said it again, to which he fixed the drink.
I played on the computer and drank my cocksucker while Larry got back on the phone. Wanting to get drunk or at least heavily buzzed, I went into the kitchen and added more vodka... a lot more vodka. Before I knew it, my glass was empty and I told Larry what I'd done.
He thought I was joking, and so I showed him the empty Absolut bottle (which, by the way, he later estimated had previously contained six shots before I emptied it).
Anyway, Larry suggested we go eat and as my perception started getting dreamy, we went out the door. By the time we'd walked the block to the restaurant, my ability to focus was lessening at a considerable rate. I think I started smiling and didn't stop. I was aware of the surroundings, but it was like when you're too sleepy to actually comprehend much. I managed to make it all the way through dinner, but then I started to feel nauseous. I told Larry, he paid for the meal, and we quickly headed homeward.
On the way, I wretched a little, but I made it to the stairs at the front door... then Larry led me to the couch and apparently I fell asleep on the spot.
The next morning I woke fully clothed in the waterbed with Larry next to me. I have absolutely no memory of moving from the couch to the bed.
Sunday morning, after Larry and I snuggled a bit and laughed about the night before, we went on a bike ride through La Jolla. I hadn't ridden a bike in years and never ridden a 21 speed. This proved to be a hinderance.
The seat was so far into my crotch that it hurt and my legs could barely reach the peddles, and so, if I slowed down, I had to catch myself from falling. I did, however, manage to keep up with Larry at 12 MPH.
Anyway, we drove around, briefly watched a few surfers changing on the beach, then headed back to the house. From there, we got in the Explorer and headed to the Mexican border.
Before crossing the line, we stopped at a shoe factory outlet store and Larry purchased pairs for Rich, me, and himself. (Rich's and my pair are identical. )
Once the shoe buying was done, we parked near the border and took a bus southward to a place different from anywhere I've visited before. It was like a fair or a carnival, but little kids were the peddlers. You may see homeless people in Boston or LA, but never kids. It was weird.
Our first stop, the Hard Rock Cafe Tijuana. Larry ordered a beer and I ordered a coke. Larry and I had already discussed that there was no legal drinking age in Mexico, so I knew I could have ordered a beer without a problem, but didn't.
But anyway, the waiter aparently thought I needed a beer and said something to the effect of, "Nothing stronger? Come on, it's Sunday." We'll, that was all the push I needed. I said okay and a few minutes later, it arrived. No questions asked.
Soon, the meal was over and my beer had barely been touched. It still tasted gross: I only ordered it because I could.
From there, we headed to the Guess store to find clothes at less than half their US value. Larry bought jeans and shirts for the three of us and I bought shirts for both Rob and Chuck. A couple of stops later and we were heading back through customs... without a hitch.
We drove back to La Jolla, I shaved, Larry showered, then we headed back to LA. After picking up Katie and dropping her off at the house to be baby sat by Luce the maid, Larry and I drove towards Rich's apartment. We had planned on going to the restaurant where Larry and Rich first met, but by the time we were near Rich's house, it was late and he had to go to work at midnight. I wanted to spend as much time as possible touching (not necessarily sexually just more intimately than a restaruant allows) and so I suggested we order in or bring something from McDonald's. A cell phone call to Rich agreed and so we went there and ordered Domino's.
We hung out and the three of us snuggled a bit before Rich had to head into work. It would appear that last Sunday was a one time deal, as much as I wish it weren't. While I'd prefer that the three of us have a relationship like a tricycle (with each part being integral to the movement overall) it would appear our relationship is more like that of a bicycle with training wheels (nice to lean on, but not necessary for the two main wheels to move... and ultimately removed) I, of course, being the training wheels.
Anyway, we snuggled, and Rich got ready for work. He hugged me good-bye, kissed me on the cheek, and we left.
We headed home, I packed, and then went to sleep.
12:59PM On the plane...
I just heard a little kid say "Justin" or something like that and now I'm starting to miss Katie, Larry, Rich, Don, etc.
We just took off and now I'm really starting to miss California. Oddly enough, I'm already thinking about calling Larry on the Airfone and it's only been 20 minutes since I saw him.
I just called Larry to tell him that I miss him. He said that he misses me, too. Here's the drink cart, maybe I'll focus on that.
I think I must have been hanging out with Larry for too long. I can actually tell that this CD player is phonically missing the top and especially the bottom.
Whoa! I got the whole can of coke this time. Apparently, it was just a stingy flight attendant on the flight out.
I'm cold. The extra leg room of the emergency exit row is nice, but the seal around the escape door is letting a lot of cold air in. Speaking of the escape door, I wonder what I would do if the plane were to crash and I was called upon to help people out like I consented. Would I really do it or would I save my own butt?... I actually think I'd help the others, but I hope I'll never find out.
2:12AM Technically December 5, 1995
Rob picked me up from the airport and we took a cab back to my apartment. Here, I found a miniature Christmas tree complete with lights and ornaments... and a stocking. Sometime's Rob's so sweet I don't know what I'm going to do with him. He even had the forethought to come over and turn the tree's lights on before going to the airport.
Anyway, I opened the stocking and the two presents that were under the tree, the How the Grinch Stole Christmas video and another titled London Knights 3-D, an "all-nude male review."
We put on the video and watched it though our cardboard glasses. We then hugged for a bit and Rob went home. I e-mailed, sorted through some things, then went to sleep.
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