Happy New Year!

Ok, I would have posted something telling you happy New Year, or what the fuck ever, earlier, but I’ve been in Catoosa all day. So Happy New Year! Wooooo!

Ok, first lets start with some unimportant shit then move to the good stuff, Just like TV!

Ok I was in Catoosa, last night and almost all day today, I spent the night at my little sister’s Boyfriend’s house, again. We all woke up late in the afternoon, and headed out to spend some of my little sister’s Christmas money. We ended up going all over Tulsa, and stopped to eat at this Chinese buffet. I learned a lot of stuff eating there, like my little sister, when ever she eats at other places, if feels like she gained 10 pounds, but Chinese ‘floats’ in her stomach; Oh and Chinese makes her want to shit… then about the time we were done eating she decided to tell us, her boyfriend, me, and this other guys sitting next to us, that she had to take a shit, and it was ‘a runny one’. Then her boyfriend told us of his shit; it was a massive one that is going to hurt. It had me laughing uncontrollably, because the guy next to us was laughing too; I almost choked on my Dr. Pepper. We also seen on the waitresses just staring out a window; we speculated that she was being held prisoner there; she was looking at what freedom looks like.

Then we just went store to store again, I picked up some sweet speakers for my PC; they glow just like my case does. Now all I need is a Black monitor and a Black keyboard and I’ll be good to go.

Around 4:00pm we went to Lowes, to pick up some shit to work on my sister’s BF’s house, and we asked my sister if she was going to help; she told us no. and her BF told her that she could be closer to Jesus, because he was a carpenter. So all the time we were working on his house, we kept reminding her that we were becoming closer to Jesus. And I told them that I’m closest, because I can turn Vodka and Peach Schnapps into Sex on the Beach [we also picked up a electronic drink mix guide, when we were going to store to store]. But then God, laughed and closed all the liquor stores before we got to them. :(

Ok now something a little more relevant…

I did go in to the play-mor... I passed it twice, once on purpose, but the other was a mistake [actually 4 times, but since there was a median, I’ll only count it twice]. I went by it to see how crowded it was; the parking lot was full. I turned around and went past it again, but there was that median, so I found a place to turn around at. Went back and missed the driveway, I didn’t expect it to be where it was. So again I went back and turned around, and this time I drove in. I parked, in the only available spot, which wasn’t even really a spot. I sat in my car, for only a few seconds, just enough time to turn off my CD player and the FM broadcasting thing hooked up to it [my mom seriously need to take my CD player out of my old piece of shit].

It was odd, as soon as my feet hit the sand [remember it wasn’t a real parking spot], I didn’t really care at that point. I was going in, and it didn’t matter if that bitch blew up; I’d go in to the inferno. I walked to the wrong side of the building [my luck in full force], so I had to walk all the way around the building to the other side; and that was nothing at the time, but looking back it was defiantly something. I walked around the building, I was walking before all these people in their cars, and they [well in my mind] knew. So, that was awesome. So finally, I made it to almost where I parked [interesting enough, the sign that tells you the entrance was half way from where I parked and where I was heading.] So I found the door, and entered. The first thing I seen, well after the two guys at the door for the cover, was condoms. I was all like, Kick ass! I know, I’m easily excitable, but I don’t even recall seeing condoms in Vegas [except on the sidewalk, well not ON the sidewalk, but close to it.]. They took my $3 cover, they usually don’t have one [I think], but since it was New Years Eve, and they gave you a free glass of Champagne, they had one. What’s next was the second best thing I seen; Drag Queens! I enjoyed the drag queens immensely, they kicked some major ass. There was something else I noticed, there was a lot of fucking tall & short people; I’m used to people being about my height, it was great!

Then I seen it – the bar none, best thing I seen!!!! Gay kissing! And not that Vegas bullshit I seen, this was full on mouths fucking. I loved it!

I wasn’t even able to be considered a wallflower, though, more like a weed that was attached to the back of the bar; but I had a great time nonetheless. After about, what seemed like hours, which was more like 20 minutes I decided that I still was too nervous for me. So I went to the bar, and ordered a, Tippin Tippy [a drink, I think, named after one of their drag queens]. I have no idea what the fuck was in it, all I knew was that it had alcohol, and that was fine by me. What ever it was, it was purple and good. Then I watched the Drag Show, and then they announced that the [straight] owner was having a birthday. Then back to the Drag Show. It was fun, but I wish I knew someone there; even though this one guy did look kinda familiar [and I’m not quite sure, but I think he was talking to me at the bar (it was loud)]. About 15 till they handed out the champagne, and then we all welcomed in the new year; I welcomed in the new year with my people.

It was a humbling experience. Because I noticed that I was actually having a good time and was happy, then it made me think about stuff. Like I was happy when I was riding around with the guy from Bristow, I’m was happy, even though I was nervous, when I went into TOHR, and I was happy when I was in that bar. But that surprised me how much of my happiness lays in my homosexuality.

Even though, the parking lot said “LOTS OF FUCKING PEOPLE IN HERE!” the bar was a different story; it seemed like there was no car-pooling [or designated driving for a matter of fact] going on. But I didn’t know any difference, going in, so I’m proud of that too.

I didn’t stay long, just till after the count down, and I arrived at 11, so only about an hour; but that was enough for me then. I’d like to go back, but not by myself. That was the worst part, was knowing no one. I’m just glad that, that feeling is normal and not irrational. But would I ever do it again? Hell yea! I wish new years came more then once a year :p

Happy New Year!