Vi veri universum vivus vici.

Oh dear Jesus please help me.

My liver is still in recovery mode, and shall be until further notice. 

So I went out with friends both Thursday and Friday night. It was fun, a nice launch off for Pride weekend. 

So Saturday I wake up, and the plan was to go walk around for a bit and then go with my friend to my mom’s good gay friend’s pool party before the parade. My mom’s friend’s name is Michael, and his husband’s name (they got married in Canada) is John. They live downtown in Montrose (the gay area of Houston), I’ve known them for years, great people. 

Well I ended up not getting to walk around, which was totally fine with me. But we get to Michael’s party and start mingling right away. Met some really cool people. It was a nice mix of older and younger people; I didn’t feel like the only young person there, but it wasn’t a bunch of people being stupid. But we sat around and talked, barbecued some food, and then we headed out to the parade. 

But Michael has a friend who owns a store on the parade route, and he turned it into a VIP place with an open bar, AC, restrooms, DJ’s, etc. 

Since Michael lives only a couple of blocks away from his friend’s store, we walked there to avoid dealing with traffic and whatnot. 

We get there. 

And this is when I stop remembering stuff. 

I had already had a ton to drink at this point. And that was right as we got to the open bar. 

I remember watching like one float of the parade. But I think I spent most of the time dancing and/or talking with people inside. I would post the few pictures I actually took with my camera, but they’re all drunkenly taken and messy. Oh, and my camera no longer works, lol… :|

Well at some point around like midnight, my friend that I came with and I get into a drunken fight. Some hurtful words were exchanged and I remember us being lost trying to walk back to Michael’s house. Thank god for GPS, but after we stumbled around for a while, we finally got back to Michael’s house. 

My friend ends up leaving with some other people shortly thereafter. And that’s when things went from bad to worse. Everyone left at Michael’s house kept partying. And party I did. 

So I wake up…

Luckily not in a hospital, just next to some guy in a bed. Sadly, I’m not surprised in the least by this. But I had a huge sigh of relief when I realized we were both still fully dressed. 

As I nearly fall over from my attempt to stand up, that’s when I realize that I’m still plastered. I didn’t just wake up and still felt a little drunk. No. I woke up hammered. Like couldn’t see, walk, or stand straight. And then I was greeted by those awake in the living room with lots of laughter and smiles. 

FUCK.

So apparently that wasn’t my first time waking up. They told me that I had woken up earlier that morning and had breakfast and talked with them all while I was still plastered (I woke up so drunk I don’t even remember doing this), and then went back to bed. Only to later wake up, go into the bathroom, get sick, and then go back to bed. And the third and final time I woke up was the time I remember, haha. 

And then that’s when we all had one of those “What happened last night?” talks in the kitchen, lol. 

Oh my gosh. Michael’s exact words “I won’t tell your mother anything that wouldn’t make her proud, but you definitely made me proud last night.” 

I was just a mess when we kept partying. I drank enough to wake up several times without remembering, and when I finally did wake up I was still too drunk to function.

So that’s when Michael was like “C’mon, we’re going to another pool party.” 

It’s only noon on Sunday, I’m still no where near sober, and then I’m going to another pool party. Jesus Christ. 

So when we got there, that’s when John was like “Yeah, you’ll not want to make a fool of yourself here.” And I immediately understood why as we pulled up to a huge driveway full of luxury cars. I was informed that this was an “A Gay” party. This house was SO nice, three stories, absolutely breathtakingly modern interior, and UGH. I could go on for hours just about how nice the house was. 

I met a lot of really cool people. Models, photographers, and the like. You all can’t fathom the amount of eye candy that was there. Basically every sexy guy you see on tumblr all in speedos drinking and swimming around socializing. I consider myself a very confident guy with little to no insecurities. I’ve never felt so self-conscious in my life, lol. But we all had fun nonetheless.

John and Michael had been up all night, so we ended up leaving mid-afternoon and going back to their house to just hang and chill. We watched Project X, ordered pizza, and kept drinking. As the sun went down and the night was starting again, they invited me out to go clubbing with them. As much as I would’ve liked to, I was DEAD tired and had work in the morning. Not to mention I needed to give my liver a break, lol. I politely declined and went home where I immediately passed out, hahahaha.

Best. Pride. Ever. I had SOOO much fun. Sans a bit of drama, but holy crap, I definitely had the time of my life. Like I said, my camera got messed up some time during the parade, so I really don’t have very many pictures at all, which I find extremely tragic. If I get tagged in any, I’ll share them here though, haha.