So, it's been a couple of days. I may not have mentioned this before, but I made the conscious choice to come out here a few days early because I wanted to get settled a little bit before the shitstorm of new workers came and to claim the bottom bunk for me and kitty. So, until now it's been paradise. Literally. I wake up and the birds are chirping, the sun is bright and full, and the ocean is roaring. I only mention this because tomorrow the rest of the crew arrives and I find out just how homosexual and overly dramatic this summer is going to be. Lord god I hope that 20 boys roll off that boat tomorrow dark featured, easy going, pot-smoking, and funny as hell. Even one blonde queen has the potential to ruin a summer.
So, here's the skinny. I have an awesome suite mate (he lives in the room connected to my room by the bathroom). He's cute, has gorgeous eyes, a long beard, plays guitar, and LOVES kitten. We'll call him Amish. So, Amish is one of the kitchen people and due to the fact that he can't lock his outside door from outside, he uses my room to come and go and locks his outside door from the inside and his bathroom door. That last sentence may confuse you and if so, ask me for a diagram, which I will gladly draw the next time we're drunk together at a bar and there's a napkin and a sharpie around. Suffice it to say he uses my room as a path to the outside world and twice now he's awoken me from a nap, and once he interrupted what I'm going to discretely call personal time and allow you to draw the conclusion.
I love that he loves kitty, who has fast become the star of the island. Granted her stardom is mostly with others and not so much with me. Why you ask? Well I've touted kitty's unstinky bowel movements for a long time now. I mean really... I live with a kitten alone in a studio in Staten Island and it never smells like poopy. But. Now I live in a small (and I mean smaaaaall) room with her and lord... Lord help me. Is it the stress of moving that wakes me in the middle of the night to rotten eggs and hairy cheese? Is it something I'm feeding her that allows her to open up and release the devil into her poopy box everyday? I just don't know... I know that this whole paragraph is unwanted, but I needed to get it out. Thank you for indulging me. Again, remember the Coronas...
So, kitten is a hit. Just last night I was at dinner with some new friend's... We're having fantastic conversation about gay youth and how it affects us that often our first relationships happen later in life than those of heterosexual youths. Remind me to talk more about this the next time we're drunk in a bar and there is a napkin and a sharpie around, I'm passionate about it. Anyhow, we're eating some incredible Baklava and homemade crepes when I casually mention having a kitten. Suddenly my opinions about homosexual youth and their underdeveloped relationships fly out the window and every 'mo in the room is dying to meet her. So, we walk past the stunning beach, and under the sky full of stars (those twinkling lights up there that I haven't seen for the last 8 years I've been in nyc) and head to my, again, very tiny apartment and proceed to be shown up by a 7 month old pussy.
Otherwise things have been paradisaical (or paradise-like) out here. I've gone running on a beach, had lengthy conversations with a beautiful boy from Columbia, and even used a power-washer topless.
My favorite place to be, which is where I am right now, is a beautiful bed and breakfast out here called The Madison. I have eaten most all of my meals here and the manager is so so so sweet. He humbly denies that any of his food could possibly satisfy your cravings and yet it is incredible. So far in three nights I've had steak with mushrooms, onions and peppers, a whole roasted chicken served with baked potatoes, and a pasta dish with sweetened sausage and broccoli rabe. Literally each of these meals were served with an appetizer of humble pie in which B and B manager man tells all of us that we'd be better off eating slop because he's fully incapable of food prep... again, I love gay people.
Aside from the fact that kitten is more likely to be prom queen than I am, I'm totally pleased thus far with my experiences out here. That could all change tomorrow and this post may very well be followed with angry epithets hurled the way of my outrageous tranny mess roomie who does meth and screams while I read the bible and try to pray... you can sort out what's true or not. Regardless, this was the right choice for me. It'll be sobering, in an ironic way, to get drunk this summer with "my people" and really learn about what's going on in our community. I won't belabor it now, but by learning what's going on in our community, I might even get a glimpse into what's wrong with it as well. high hopes for a lowly waiter I know. Wish me luck.
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