Hello I'm Rich Brown and this is my personal website and blog. I'm just your simple, average, down to earth, professional, out gay man and aspiring circuit boy, living in Phoenix, Arizona with a few things to say while trying to find my place among all the scary, conservative, religious nuts in this sick and twisted world.
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Let the Games Begin [Part 1]
@HOME. Well we were supposed to get up and see Kevin off at around noon, however that just didn't happen. I rolled over and looked at the clock and it was 9 AM. I thought, ok, I have some more time to sleep. I rolled over again and I screamed "HOLY MOTHER OF GOD" well it was 2 PM. We overindulged in our much needed rest. Just by a little bit.
Darin called around 3 PM and said Kevin was off at 12:04 and that it was now time for us to hit the town for some Marga-root-ies on the patio at Hamburger Scaries. We had a few things to do so I told him we'd meet them up there in a little bit. We got there about 2 hours later and the boy, much to our chagrin, had abandoned us without a note, a word or anything. Justin and I were so devastated we passed out and were force fed chicken, burgers and fish to help get our energy back up to go out and face the world without our posse.
Anyway, I knew those bitches went down to Roscoe's. It's the next choice any logical gay man would make after Hamburger Mary's. So we finished our food and headed down to Roscoe's.
Sure enough they were all there ... Darin, Chris and Donnie, all of them about 5 sheets to the wind by this point.
Chris and Darin, with Darin sporting his sweet halter top.
Darin decided that it was getting a tad bit late for his extremities to be hanging out of the halter top for all the young boys to see. He headed out to change his shirt to an extra one he had in the car. After returning we all had a good laugh at his choice of the 'Pitcher' shirt.
Ok sorry I just picked myself up off the floor again. So we had a few drinks and a few laughs before trying to decided what was the plan for the evening. It really was a no brainier, Amsterdam and then Charlie's, but the complexity of the issue was that Chris had to go back home and change before he came out to play. Bastard.
Justin was looking as beautiful as ever, cute face, fabulous smile, great teeth, perfect hair, stunning eyes to match the blue in his new shirt. But then again, he's always beautiful to me :-)
Chris and Michael, one of the Roscoe's bartenders. Aren't they both so photogenic? Bastards.
So we packed it up and agreed to meet at Amsterdam in about an hour to hang out and people watch on the patio. After a quick stop at Linen & Things, Justin and I headed down to Amsterdam to begin the carnage.
