  The weekend turned out better than I had expected this time around. Friday night was Charlie’s with Adam, nothing too special or notable about that night. Saturday, though, I woke up feeling really worn out and beaten up. I worked on my play a little bit. Then Elray came over with a family pack of Church’s Fried Chicken. A family pack. For just the two of us. Mind you, a family pack also includes two huge vats of mashed potatoes. It was sheer greasy fried decadence.
So we just sat around my apartment, eating the chick, watching the movie ‘Velvet Goldmine’ and being lazy. This lasted all fucking day. Then, this guy I know named Mo called during the afternoon and said he was having a party to celebrate his return from Berlin after being away for five months. The party was in fucking Leander, but Elray and I decided that we had to go anyway because it was going to be full of free alcohol. So after several hours of loafing and stalling, we finally made it out to the party. Wow. This party. It was full of rich, white, conservative Christian couples who thought they were so cool and understanding and progressive because they allowed themselves to spend time at a party hosted by a gay man.
Generally, they were pretty nice to us, but their sheer ignorance and cheesiness was completely overwhelming. I was wearing a metal chain around my neck, and so everyone kept asking if I was into s&m. I guess this isn’t such a silly question to ask – the chain was originally meant for a dog – but they clearly have no idea that fashion is an independent concept. And if I were into s&amp;m, would I be wearing my bondage accessories to a party in Leander? Hello.
We stayed there all night, we hung out on the lawn even after the hosts went to bed, and we fucking tapped out all their reserves of alcohol. Part of me really wanted to have sex with this one particular straight white guy. he's a Republican, so that would violate all my codes of ethics. But I want to have sex with him as an act of cultural revenge. Feel me? Sunday was Elray day again.
We did some errands like Home Depot, but then we ended up going to Oilcan for a free hamburger on the back patio (is this theme of free stuff making itself clear?). While there, we ran into three of his friends. One of them was incredibly beautiful in a Jude Law way. So I was kind of shy and intimidated, but he gave me a big hug and seemed to be open to me for the rest of the time we hung out. At one point, he sat on my lap, and I chained his neck from behind with my aforementioned ‘jewelry.’ Ruff stuff. Hot shit. And he was so fucking beautiful. I wish I could have been a little more bold and made a real move.
I think it might have been accepted. The afternoon was just fun. Glad to spend it with Elray. He was truly the savior of my weekend. I had expected to have a really rough, depressed, introspective&nbsp;time. But he shook things up for me and we had a lot of fun. Like he said on Saturday: "David, there are 2 things that are guarantees in life. One is that when I get into your car, I know Madonna will be playing. And two is that no matter how shitty things get in our lives, we know we're going to laugh our asses off and have so much fun when we get together. " And it's so fucking true. So the storm came in, and it seemed so beautiful and windy and fresh and birthlike. More adventures happened later that night, but I want to end with that powerful storm. 
