I am back in Louisiana, Y'all! I promise that this will be my last DC post. I think it is important to chronicle any travel with timely pictures and stories.
This was my second trip to DC in less than two months. I ended up staying at TJ
and Rob's place over the weekend right as Homer
was moving out. I didn't "bump" him out of there. He was scheduled to stay with Jimbo
for the next two days.
Which goes right into a funny reference I heard. Am I really referred to as the Mariah Carey of the blog world?! Where does this come from? I guess the reputation is probably better than yours, so I am not fretting. And before any of you believe the nasty rumor that it took a crane to get my suitcase down to the guest suite, let me emphatically state that I used my own damn muscles
Speaking of, I thoroughly enjoyed working out with TJ, Rob, and Carlos at the Results gym on Saturday. It was pretty easy to tell that Rob spends the most time at the gym. He could simply do more weights than the rest of us. But it may surprise you to know that TJ is sporting quite a nice figure too. Both were very knowledgeable in directing us into a great biceps and triceps workout routine.
That was one of the highlights of the trip. It may seem odd, but I actually enjoyed sharing the experience of something very routine like working out. There is something to be said for vacationing in another person's life. TJ and Rob make you feel very welcomed in their world. As long as they get their intimate time together, your comfort is their priority.
It is no secret that when I visit others, I don't have an agenda already fleshed out. I sort of ask, "What are we going to do today?" I DO feel embarrassed that I place that burden on others, but it is one of my quirks. I am not one of those traveling gays that has his dance card filled and only needs a place to rest his head.
I felt honored for them to include me in their circle of friends too. Carlos, their so called "house boy", was very entertaining to hang around with. He made me laugh and occasionally blew hot air up my skirt. We got to hit some tennis balls together on Saturday. And no, that's not code for anything.
I did get the opportunity to play a friend of theirs, named Greg, in a real tennis match yesterday. Whenever he would hit the ball out long, he shouted a long drawn out... "Noooooooooooooooooooooo....." as dramatic as Mr. Bill. It was so cute, that I tried to make him do it many times more. He did play very well, but I won the match 7-5, 6-2. Yes, I was a gracious winner. :)
You wouldn't know it by reading Homer's blog, but we DID meet this weekend again for the first time in two years. I can tell you that he does dance pretty well. As does Carl
, who is not as goody-two-shoe as I once thought. Don't worry... you got mega points for that! It was a treat to see Jimbo be in rare form all weekend (as you can tell from the pictures). It was almost like we were watching soft-porn on a dance floor Saturday night. Way to make your own saliva pit big guy!
If you want to try a funny trick, try over tipping the cab drivers in DC. Everytime I had a fare that was like $10.56, I would give the cab driver a $20 bill and tell them to give me $5 back. You couldn't imagine the sheer panic you will cause the local DCers riding with you. It was quite hilarious. Apparently, they do not want you feeding the DC Cab drivers too much because they'll come to expect that in the future. I didn't know! I don't get to use cabs where I am from.
Thanks everybody, especially TJ and Rob, for making this boy from Louisiana feel welcomed in your home. I sure do appreciate your friendship. :) BTW -- We are going to host TJ and Rob in about five weeks for Southern Decadence in New Orleans.