not my color

so last weekend, we tried to be social and went to Double Headed Disco’s 6th Anniversary party, pushing our way through the crowd and settling in near the back. Noticing a few vacant chairs, we stripped off our coats, plopped them in a chair, and soon we were jostled by a pair who had to be in the 4 inches between our butts and the wall. Needless to say, they weren’t that skinny, and we decided to move on rather than get into an argument with jerks.meanwhile, me and the BF had a pleasant enough time (i was still groggy from the double-headed disco nap we had taken a short time prior to arriving), doing what boys do in the dark corners of a packed gay bar, with the occasional hello to friendly faces ( Mr. God & young Nick; a very nice blog-reader who introduced himself and who’s name I’ve already forgotten – sorry man; some co-workers who came dangerously close to mixing two worlds I try to keep separate; and the occasional nod without words to faces you just see when you go out). We gulped down some water, moved vaguely to the sounds of Sylvester, and soon grew tired.

That’s when the BF quietly said “i think our coats are gone.” Well, he was only partially right; his coat was pulled apart and tucked under the chair, my gloves and hat scattered, but alas, the lovely orange coat you see pictured above managed to find it’s way into and onto some strangers arms and got out the door without us noticing! I only had that coat for a mere few weeks. But before you get sad for me, it was given to me by a good friend who was replacing it with a new coat, and I just nabbed onto it like most free things, using it as i could for as long as i could, and now it (and the work-issued cellphone) are gone. besides the problem with the color, as you can see, it also made me look heftier in the gut than I (think I) am. bummed out, we decided to hop in a cab (arguing briefly as I leaped into the cold to get a cab, and BF being chivalrous and offering one of his two coats – me focusing on getting the cab, he focusing on keeping me warm), got home quickly enough to see i still have two other hand-me-down (but kinda ratty) leather coats donated years before, so my fat gut is still semi-protected from the elements when I go outside.