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Thirty-one-year-old gay guy blogging for blog's sake.

2008-07-07

Independence Day Celebration...and other engagments

  • Friday:
    • I spot-checked the entire house to ensure it was clean enough to receive guests. I made the guest bed; I vacuumed both the upstairs and downstairs; I washed the bathroom rugs from both bathrooms; I dusted the furniture and floors. Cleaning sure does take quite a bit of time to accomplish.
    • Kevin's friends from Chicagoland arrive...all five of them. Kevin ensures that all the guest bedrooms in this house, and Phillip's house, are squared away.
    • Later on, set-up of the celebration commences. The garage is cleared of vehicles, and tables are set up to place the hor d'eorves.
    • People start to arrive.
    • I show guests where food is, where the pool is, and where the bathroom is.
    • I snack a bit on watermellon.
    • Eventually, I get in the pool. Since I was the only adult, I guess it was job to throw kids around for about five hours.
    • I leave the pool all "pruny", and shower.
    • Kevin and I planned on going to the fireworks, but did not go. His friends were tired from driving three hours and spending an entire day outside swimming and eating.
    • Instead we all bitch about reality TV.
    • We all go to bed.
  • Saturday
    • I wake up with a splitting head-ache. I rarely get head-aches. This one must have been from all the physical exertion of child-tossing, and consumption of chlorine and other pool chemical cleaners. I have to be careful on how fast I stand up. I have to regulate my blood pressure. :(
    • Everyone arrives in Kevin's dining room and I serve all the guests breakfast.
    • After that, they go pool-side and bath in the sun and swim a bit.
    • I obstain from swimming because I still get splitting head-aches from standing up too fast. Urgh.
    • After the pool, all seven of us make plans to go to downtown Champaign to drink and eat out.
    • We go in seperate cars.
    • Since I misunderstood where we were to meet up, me and three others walk around Downtown for a few minutes. Oops.
    • Not too long after the extra mileage, all seven of us meet up at Picaro, which is one door down from Radio Maria. This place is hoity-toity. I decide the next time I go there I'll dress up. :|
    • We make plans to go to Fiesta Café. I had to admit I really wasn't in the mood for Americanized Mexican food.
    • Around 9pm: Kevin's group drives down Pecaro; My group walks over from Pecaro. Fiesta Café is closed.
    • Still hungry, we all walk across the street to Basmati.
    • We order.
    • We realize Indian food is a great substitute when we are hungry and really don't care what we eat!
    • We all go back to Kevin's house after eating mass quantities of ethnic food with curry.
    • To pass the time, we watch some episodes of Ren & Stimpy. We all laugh at the "Powdered Toast Man" episode. Whodathunk, right?
    • Bedtime. Even though I am tired, I still suffer from insomnia. WTF, Brain.
  • Sunday
    • Wake up with a head-ache, still. I am still perplexed as to the real reasons I have one.
    • I drink mass quantities of water to counter-act dehydration and chemical ingestion.
    • All seven of us eat breakfast.
    • Later, we go sit pool-side (again) and soak in the sun. I do the same, although very, very carefully.
    • As the day progresses, some people leave. We say our good-byes.
    • In the mid-afternoon, the last three leave for Chicagoland. I dry-hump their car as a substitute for the hand-wave. They leave.
    • Kevin and I start the huge clean-up of having multitudes of guests over his house.
    • I wash five loads of laundry.
    • I would just like to say that doing that much laundry sucks so very much.
    • It is now near the end of the weekend.



I would say that everyone had a very good Independance Day celebration. Having Kevin's friends over is always a pleasure, since they only come down once a year. I guess throwing parties is as much fun as attending them. I just hate the clean-up after. Our refridgerator is packed full of food that was not consumed. It looks like Kevin and I will be living off of left-overs for a short while.

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