11:59 PM. That was my scheduled time of departure from Storm's End.
11:00 PM. I had rushed out of the apartment with my tiny, condensed suitcase, filled with all my necessities for the weekend: clothes, toiletries, etc. As I hurried down the first set of escalators, I heard a train arriving to a halt. I panicked. So I picked up the suitcase and ran the rest of the way down. After getting past the gate, I ran down the second set of escalators and nearly tripped the rest of the way down. I still managed to miss this train. So I had to wait an extra nine minutes. In reality, It's wasn't that bad. When seven minutes had passed, the time on the screen then said that the next train would be arriving in twenty minutes. My heart dropped. Then it went back to one minute. All of a sudden, it jumped back to fifteen. It went on like this for another four or five rounds.
11:14 PM. The train had finally arrived.
11:45 PM. I finally arrived in Confederate Station and rushed up the escalators and stairs to find my point of departure.
11:55 PM. I made it to my train with four minutes to spare...or so I thought!
When I had finally found my seat, I was relieved to discover that the persona sitting next to me was someone that was close to my age, normal, and easy to talk to. I know, it almost sounds like I was going on a date, but let me tell you right now, readers, I have never lucked out in sitting next to someone chill and cool. My usual partners would be old and boring, people too big for their seat, people arguing across from me, old men that were "happy"; trips were never delightful. So this guy was a breath of fresh air.
During that entire trip, we just talked about our lives, mostly school, then ventured into our past of dogs killing snakes, the intellectual levels of our pets, and the things we did in high school. As we talked, I gazed outside the windows, as well. He knew that I had never been on a train ride before, so he knew he was sitting next to a "child" having their first experience. At one point of our trip, a train had passed right by us; it sort of sounded like the bellowing of a whale. It was soothing, in a way. Then at the end our travels, he pointed out the windmills all across the valley. Blinking lights everywhere. It was magical. This entire trip, I reverted back to that childlike innocence of being in awe and wonderment. By the time I arrived, it was 4 AM. Mind you, I was supposed to be on the rails, by 11:59 PM. No. Instead, we left at at 1 AM. So I rushed for nothing...
Upon arrival, I was escorted into the most glamorous abode; the contemporary structure filled with leather seats, stainless steel appliances, modern art, and a beautiful hardwood table with chairs to match. When I entered my room, I was in heaven; the bed was so enormous that I was engulfed by the sheets whenever I went under the covers, I had a gorgeous view of the mountain and pool, and the connected bathroom was delicate and simple, but the shower was the most complicating thing to work.
I jumped into the shower as soon as I got up. It was the most complex contraption I have ever had to work. Coming from places where the water needed a little bit of time to warm up, it was very unsuspected that the water was instantly hot. During the first ten minutes, I struggled trying to figure out how the shower worked; I could only run the bath water. I kept twisting the knobs and all I ended up doing was changing the temperature or turning off the water. So instead of taking twenty steps to Screeching Cat or Sheep for help, I sat in the tub, let the running water rush through my hair, and then stopped the drain so as to fill the tub. It wasn't until I finished washing my hair and body that when I tried to turn off the bath water, I switched it over to the shower head. I literally jumped from where I was sitting and continued sitting in the tub feeling dumb about everything.
As the day progressed and it had hit the night, we finally went out and about; and by that, I mean the clubs.
The location of these clubs was interesting. It wasn't until we went to the first club that I finally realized that every gay man in the Spring of Hands was well over the age of my father, possibly my grandmother. It was a very intriguing scenario. How so? Because I had all these men checking me out. Why? Because I look like a little boy. At one point, there were a group of older gentlemen staring at me. I honestly thought that they were gazing uponScreeching Cat, because people normally do that. Nope. As soon as he got up to go over to Sheep. I looked back at them and they were staring directly at me. One guy looked back at his drink, took a huge gulp, and set his eyes back on me. After seeing this, I jumped ship and walked over to my men in fear that this stranger had the courage to come up and talk to me. Readers, I don't know if you know this, but I am socially awkward when it comes to love. I'm really awesome as a friend, but not as a person getting hit on.
Soon after, we high tailed it to another bar that ended up getting packed and came to our final destination for the evening. It was here that we met the Canadians.
Before I had accepted the invitation to stay with Screeching Cat and Sheep for the weekend, Cat had told me that it was his goal to find me somebody to get with while I had the chance. I declined. When we got to the bar, both Cat and Sheep found somebody that they wanted me to get with, one of the Canadians. He was a charming man and very sweet, then there was his friend, the short, Jewish Canadian who has been married for quite a while. Either way, I did not want to hook up with either one of them because the Canadian has a boyfriend and, as I've previously stated, JC has a husband. Nope. I'm not into the home wrecker life. Ain't nobody got time for that!
In the end, I came home empty handed, which, to be honest, was perfectly fine with me. It meant I got the whole bed to myself.
Readers, go out and have fun, but also be wary about involvements. They get tricky, and that is never a situation you want to be a part of; they tend to get ugly. Maintain that childlike wonder and you'll enjoy your life even more.
Here's to more future adventures and experiences!
Sincerely,
An Asian
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