I am so pissed at myself for not taking photos of the mPowerment event at Sunset Park yesterday evening. mPowerment is a local group for homo-men in their 20's. I only have a few months left! Many of the folks there I knew already, some I did not. Some I don't really want to know. (Like the kid with the moon tattoo on his forehead. It was in an odd spot, but he did, in fact, moon everyone, repeatedly, every time his oversized shorts fell below his ass during the athletic activities.) The food was good, and I thank the one lesbian who showed up to man the grill. Wow was it hot!

After scarfing down BBQ'd chicken, hot dogs and burgers, the field-day like festivities began. First there was two-on-two volleyball. I participated as a line judge and sat out the actual playing. Then we had the egg toss, which my partner and I won. (I can't remember his name.) I saved the last remaining intact egg for future mayhem. It was a decision I would later regret.

After the egg toss we played more volleyball. Three-on-three. Four-on-four. I did well. It was fun times. When nobody is especially good, even the mediocre have their highlight-reel moments. Even one of the guys who'd never played before did OK. Between games, everyone competed at tug-of-war. My team won twice. Whoo hoo! Then we did limbo. The last time I competed at limbo, I won. But that was several years ago. This time, I went out much earlier than I thought I would. So that sucked. After that, we decided we would jump over the pogo stick. So everyone queued up to hop over. I did OK there, too. I got much higher than I thought I would, and might of cleared the height that ended it for me except I jumped a tad early. I got the height, but instead of jumping over the pole, I landed squarely on it. Ah, well.

Then more volleyball! Unfortunately, the park turned off the lights at 10pm and ended volleyball.

I had mucho fun times!

Oh! I almost forgot! I had passed off my unbroken egg to Devon, who arrived a bit late. The idea was to throw it at Christian, but Devon chickened out and gave the egg back to me. I decided not to throw it at Christian, since he was wearing a nice white cotton shirt. Instead, I tossed it at Justin. I tossed it. I tossed it! I should have thrown it. The egg didn't break. I raced towards the egg as it lay whole on the dusty ground, reaching it a fraction of a second after Justin. There was no chance of escape. Justin crammed the eggs into the side of my face, into my ear, onto my white hat. (The white hat is OK, I soaked it in water overnight and no yolk stains are present.)

When the lights were finally turned off and the cleanup completed, I drove home to shower and redress for a Saturday night back at the clubs. Going out two nights in a row is highly unusual for me, but I vowed I would not drink any alcohol and would be there just to have fun with the friends. And so it went, I consumed only orange juice-- which leaves a lot of money in the wallet compared to liquor! I was happy with my decision not to drink, also, because I ended up keeping up with Christian, who had enough for both of us and more. He wandered around the dance floor, undressing strangers, biting people (me!), and barely keeping his balance. He somehow escaped off to a place called Fun Hog Ranch, up the street a bit from where we were at the Fruit Loop. How could anyone walk into Fun Hog Ranch, having never been there before, without fear and trepidation? I don't know. Would a sweaty, hairy, paunch-bellied man wrestle me down, squealing and squirming, onto the dirty floor and have his way with me? It turns out that did not happen, but probably because it was so packed there was not room enough for squirming. Gladly, we did not stay long, only long enough to down a glass of iced OJ and take Christian back to 8.5. Well, we had a quick visit to FreeZone where Christian mingled amongst the ghetto lesbians and hip-hop fans. Back at 8.5, Christian found one of our friend's friend and settled beside him on a patio couch, attempting to molest him. The guy was good-natured about it, and endured the attention. I mostly just stared at his pretty face. He was pretty. I wish I was taller.

Finally we got Christian into his car so he could nap and sober up before going home. I returned home as well and slept until 1:30pm. So that was my night.

I don't write this stuff expecting people to read it, although some do. It's good, though, for keeping myself refreshed of the things I do. Like a journal without the paper. Savin' trees and all.

I wish I had taken photos!!