The Weekend - Saturday.
As I mentioned, I still wasn’t back from Philly. I’d taken such a circuitous route too. I took the turnpike from Horsham to the Lancaster Exit, took 222 down to Lancaster and then route 30 into York. I was now taking I-83 up to Harrisburg to see Patrick. I wasn’t sure if I should head home and then back up, or if I should just go see Patrick directly… seeing him directly seemed to be the most logical choice. I could tell that he was ever so slightly irked that I never showed up during the night, but I think he understands why, ultimately, I chose to stay… too drunk, still, to drive safely and talking with Matthew proved to be very important.
I got to Patrick’s somewhere between 2:30 and 3:00 in the afternoon, enough time for a little smooching and a ciggie, lol. We decided to go see “The Day After Tomorrow” together, even though it was one of the movies we could see later in the evening at the drive-in. Seems that Patrick didn’t understand that it was a double-feature, in that you pay once and see both, and I just figured we’d not want to sit in a (non-smoking) car through two movies and the visuals in “The Day After Tomorrow” would need to be seen on a proper screen. :) I’m glad we went to see it on our own though, while the movie itself was a bit formulaic… being done by the same guy that did “Independance Day” the plot line was virtually identical. It’s still worth seeing for the visuals and effects though because they are truly spectacular. It’s a very “scenic” film.
I was nearly starving by the time the movie ended though, lol, because I’d said before we even left that I needed to get something to eat first… I’d gone another day not eating for 24 hours… *Sigh* It was just one of those things, I ate with Jon in the afternoon Wednesday, ate in the car the afternoon of Thursday, ate at Wendy’s on the way from Philly to York, lol. I literally couldn’t find time to eat, shame on me!
Pete was apparently at the theatre when we were… because his vehicle was parked sort of near Patrick’s when we walked out. It’s kind of strange… I’m sometimes completely comfortable with Patrick seeing his ex-boyfriend, and other times it really sort of freaks me out, but the problem there is that I just don’t understand really why. It’s also just a little new to me because I haven’t lived in the same city as any ex of mine since highschool… we tend to move away thus negating any possibility of running into each other. It just brought a weird vibe into the car, to me at least, nothing terrible, but it’s just not a situation I can easily relate to. I don’t think it was a conscious decision to get out of thinking about it, but I decided to call Andrew back, since he’d called both of us during the movie. I couldn’t articulate myself at all while on the phone with him, but the fact that he answered the phone talking to me as if we’d been on the phone for a while already didn’t help the situation.
On the way back to Patrick’s he stopped at this Chinese resturant, but it was just somehow jarring, lol, I guess because he just did it, and then said “is this okay?” or something like that, hehe, I didn’t care, I just needed to eat. :) Over lunch, which was more like dinner at that point, we had our debrief, basically. I again dug myself a nice little hole to sit in while explaining all that had happened the night before, the reason I didn’t get up to Harrisburg until the afternoon. I tend to tell him things that perhaps I shouldn’t, which is why I describe it as digging myself a little hole to sit in, heh. Along with the importance of being honest, I think a lot of these things are important enough for him to deserve to know… even if they are a little uncomfortable to both talk about and to hear. Maybe ultimately it isn’t such a good idea, but I still think it is, because I don’t want to keep anything from him. Maybe it’s endearing, lol, he’s getting to know about all the stupid situations I get myself into and all the moments where any concept of proper judgement seem to have evaporated leading me into those situations.
By the time we’d finished our dinner it was getting pretty close to when we’d need to meet Andrew for the other movie. Patrick called him and got this crap about how there was going to be a line at the drive-in and we’d need to meet him at some place near it instead of his house which was only a couple of miles away in the same town because otherwise we’d be too late to beat the line or whatever. I was a little irked about that to the point I was thinking we ought to say ’screw it’ but then Patrick called him back and was delightfully resolute about it, lol, and we met him at his house.
Since I knew where Andrew lived I was to lead the way, both of us taking separate cars because I was gradually moving mine back to Chambersburg. I was going about 75MPH I guess and he sent me a text message indicating “pick it up weenie boy” hahah… so I did, then he passed me and pointed at his watch. I had no concept of what time it was because I had didn’t have my watch on, oops. It didn’t matter anyway because as a nice ironic slap we got to Andrew’s house before Andrew did!
Andrew hasn’t had his new car for all that long, I guess about a month, but he’s already managed to fill it with “stuff” to the point it would have probably taken him a good hour just to clear room for us to sit. We went in the Mini. ;)
“Hey Mister, I like your hat…. and your purse!” Oh, how I love redneck children… enough to want to squish them with my thumb. It started out as a compliment, so we thought, because really, what is so gay about a Kangol hat? …well… I mean, lots of straight guys where them too, lol. In the painfully long period before darkness actually fell and the movie “Dodgeball” actually started, the little redneck children skipped up and down the gravel holding hands saying that they were proud. It was so silly, but still the first incident of anti-gay sentiment I can remember encountering since that night I took Davey to Outback Steakhouse and the redneck boys were all “ewww!” when they saw the two of us kissing. Needless to say, I’ll NEVER go to that drive-in again… I’d resisted going every other time and that’s a really good reason to not.
I kept saying that the drive-in experience would be so much better if we had booze, lol. Before the movie started I gave into a little desire of mine to pop a vicodin, ermmm…. yeah, I really did have a headache though, unfortunately I didn’t start feeling woozy until toward the end of the movie and I still had a headache. I swear, they just don’t make narcotics like they used to, hah.
The movie was funny though, I think, though Patrick did say something to the effect of ‘You mean you were laughing and NOT on something?’ when I mentioned I didn’t really feel the ‘kick’ of the pill I’d taken until toward the end, but since everybody was laughing it had to be funny, right? ;)
Once the movie was over we left, instead of staying for the second one since Patrick and I had seen it earlier that day. We dropped Andrew off, I tried to persuade Patrick to come back to my house, but that wasn’t working… hmmm… I should have positioned his hand in a certain way during the movie, haha! I, not so oddly, wasn’t very comfortable touching Patrick in the middle of redneck land or with Andrew directly behind us in the car.
It was also a little strange following Patrick’s car and the two of us going different directions at the interstate, heh. I guess the drive-in thing was fun, but it would have been much more fun under the influence. Patrick texted me that we should go with Andrew mini-golfing, my response was basically only if I’m provided with heavy drugs beforehand. I meant it too!
You see, most of us like a really good chocolate cake… or Tiramisu even, and while I personally can eat a lot of Tiramisu before feeling ill, more than Patrick, but I can’t eat a lot of mushrooms before I just need to stop; the texture, flavour, overall experience just needs to come to an end quicker than that of having dessert. ;-)