Mean Cub's Seven Day Visit:
My dating life has sure become interesting. I met "Mean Cub" (his chosen nickname) while playing in an Austin tennis tournament. He attracted my attention by sporting an Adidas black and white soccer outfit with jock at The Iron Bear.
Since that time, we have done several short weekend visits lasting 24-48 hours in Houston, which is a manageable drive. This Memorial Day weekend, we decided to see if SEVEN DAYS spent together would drive one insane and the other with a murder charge.
I know what you're thinking: Brett can't even spend 7 days with a blowup doll much less a real life human being! WRONG bitch. There are no after-three-days-smells-like-rotten-fish OR gimme-space-or-I-freak-and-become-a-gaping-MEGA-bitch social disorders here. I get along well with everyone! :)
My spring cleaning plan was hatched weeks ago in anticipation of Mean Cub's visit. Unfortunately, he decides at the very last minute to come in a day early making me a nervous wreck getting the bachelor's pad cleaned up and fridge stocked. I forgave him ONLY after he offered homemade fudge he made especially for the trip.
On the farm, Mean Cub got to see that I don't live with Mama and Daddy OR live in a trailer. He noted that he felt like we were in "Mayberry". GRIN. My dogs Boudreaux and Pierre readily liked him. Heck, even the baby horses greeted him warmly when we rode around the farm on the Gator.
On the next day, we traveled to New Orleans and spent two nights in the Big Easy. We walked along the Mississippi River, saw the million dollar mansions on St. Charles Ave., and went up and down the French Quarter.
I also took Mean Cub to the usual haunts (Bourbon Pub, Oz, and Lafittes in Exile). I hadn't been out much at all in gay bars in 2012, so I was in typical Ohhh... form. After witnessing my social behavior first hand, Mean Cub suddenly announced he had no desire to go out the next night. WhattaIdoooo?! WhattaIdoooo?!
Before he drove back to Austin, Mean Cub made my house ooze of a greasy fried chicken smell, which was actually quite delicious! :) He also cooked, froze, and individually bagged a casserole in lunch sized portions so I wouldn't go hungry for the next ten days. Awwwhhh. :)
Now, back to my normal routine so that I may shed the 7 pounds I have gained since his visit! I'm... now... squishy... and it's all Mean Cub's fault! :(