I limped into terminal a this morning at 6 AM. Sometime while moving yesterday, I injured my knee. We didn’t get out of the Heights apartment till late. Plus, even though I cancelled the cancellation notice, Reliant cancelled the power anyway, so after the sun set, we worked in the dark. So not rock.
Having had no sleep for almost three days, I slept through the flight, and woke as we were landing with this massive hard on. It was FUCKING HUGE. I think it has something to do with sleeping and then pressure change as the plane descends, as if all of my blood fears a crash and evacuates to my cock. ALL OF MY BLOOD. I swear you could see the thing from the cockpit. (Heh… he said cock pit… heh, heh) And since it… emerged… while sitting I have to adjust myself so I can stand, and then adjust myself again so I can walk around without small children pointing and asking questions and their mothers running in fear because it’s the biggest, scariest erection they’ve ever seen.
My baggage — enough work clothes, cock rings, and lube to last two weeks — was considerably heavier than I expected, so schlepping it through the airport, the subway, and the “five short blocks” to the bed and breakfast where I’m working staying aggravated my knee even more.
The inn keeper was almost creepy. That’s really his title: inn keeper. And during Christmas, they put a sign on the door that reads: “No bitches. No pets.”
My room is a joke, a concave bed, a dilapidated chair and some kind of flat-topped, antique thingy I take to be a desk. To get away with this highway robbery, they have everything decorated with antiques. Those of you with fetishes for that sort of thing, the antiques and not the decoration, would start melting the second you walked in the front door.
I threw my crap on the bed, and headed out. I had to do a test run on the subway to make sure I can get to work tomorrow. Yes. If you pay the fare, get on the subway, get off a little later, and then know where you are, you can go to work using the subway. I tested it today, and the stories are true.
Of course I got lost, cause on my map, 18th looks like 16th and when you’re hoofing city blocks after three days with no real sleep, it’s easy to get lost. A homeless guy asked me if he could get a Subway sandwich. He didn’t ask for change, but he held his hand out so I understood. I couldn’t give him anything, but I felt bad, cause tomorrow for lunch, I’m totally planning on getting a Subway sandwich. I wanted to ask him where the Subway is, but then I’d have given away the entire brilliant little scheme.
I saw another homeless guy, which isn’t odd in any city, except he was a total shell wearing a mask of anger, or hate, or negativity… some bad juju. But nothing left inside. He didn’t even look at me when I walked by. He was just staring straight ahead. It was sad. He’s totally given up on everything.
DC has totally exceeded my expectations. I flipped through their version of the Houston Press, and I’ve pencilled in dates for the Pixies, Echo and the Bunnymen, Melvins, Front 242, Corvus Corax, and E-Craft… and all in the next month and a half!!! If you’re nice to me, I’ll send you a napkin tainted with sweat sopped from my balls while rocking out to the Pixies. Just so you cna have some Pixies, too.
Take that Gearmo.
I missed the Dare Ware party. I was really bummed. One of the chief reasons I start work October 3rd, instead of September 26 was that I wanted to hang out with the Dare Ware peeps again. The original plan was to shower, eat, drive my car to my mom’s, go to the Meridien, and then leave for the airport by 5am. I showered, ate, lay like a zombie on the couch, and then just went to the airport. I will sleep like the dead tonight, like really sleepy dead.
DC began its seduction with two random strips of interational restaurants. Within half an hour of walking around I found middle eastern, cuban, chinese, two kinds of indian (four indian places, total), thai, chinese, italian, french, cajun, afghani, sushi/japanese, seafood, and then… mexican food. The mexican place has this ginat banner outside announcing “Tacos al carbon!!!” like they’re the new gordita at Taco Bell or something. I’ll let you know if their tacos are any good.
I went through the classifieds. I have to find a place to stay by Wednesday, or I will be homeless. And then I’ll be that guy asking if I can buy a Subway sandwich… :-D
I miss everyone. And there are so many people I didn’t get to see, not least of which is my dad. And funny thing is, I’ve been planning a move for a long time, and it always included a trip down to Corpus to spend a weekend with him. That really bums me out. For consolation, I saw Roy and Renee very briefly one random evening. And Ricky called one day when we were moving, so I got to hang out with him. And I had lunch with my mom yesterday. And I said goodbye to my brother last night. At least I got most of my family. But I missed a lot of friends.
Tonight will be weird, sleeping without a cat of one kind or another next to me. Both Alex and Debbi are still in Houston. Most likely peeing on all of my clothes and linens. What I wouldn’t give to have them peeing on my stuff here with me. :-(
I’m actually flying back Thursday night, October 13. My sister gets married that weekend. I should see several of you freaks then. Until that time, y’all take care. Keep it real, unless you like it otherwise.