Thursday in Chicago with BQM

I woke up about and ate breakfast. BQM called shortly afterwards. He explained that he got caught up with some boy (like I didn’t know…

by j. brotherlove

I woke up about and ate breakfast. BQM called shortly afterwards. He explained that he got caught up with some boy (like I didn’t know that). He arrived two hours later to take me to Evergreen Plaza to purchase an emergency outfit, get my head and beard cut and eat, again. Repeatedly, I called AirTran. Finally, I got a human being (I’d been leaving messages in voice mail up to then). I tried to sound as calm and professional as possible considering it was going on 18 hours and I hadn’t heard anything about my baggage. The baggage claim representative told me she’d just given my luggage to the delivery service and they should be by shortly. I was relieved to hear that and tempted to go to my parent’s house and wait for them to arrive. However, BQM and I decided to go to the Taste Of Chicago, instead.

There were plenty of missed photo-ops at the Taste because I packed my camera in my missing luggage (something I never do). The heat scorched us as we meandered through the crowd for two hours. BQM bought a slice of Connie’s Pizza and a pop. I was still full from our lunch at Dock’s.

By the time we got back to the car, we were exhausted. BQM dropped me off at my folks, (where my luggage still hadn’t been delivered) and we made loose plans to hook up later. I tried to sleep but my phone rang every 45 minutes. One of the calls was the luggage delivery service. Although it was three hours after the representative informed me they were “on their way”, I was relieved to have my things.

I settled in to take a nap and was interrupted by Mau Mau. She and Ra Ra were at a friend’s eating barbecue and wanted me to join them. Accepting that I wouldn’t be getting a nap, I hopped up, ironed and showered. It was great seeing them. Mau Mau is four months pregnant with her third child (!) and sticking out pretty far. Her husband, who I tolerate, has mellowed since I last seen him. Before, he was a resistant husband and father who insisted on playing cards with the guys and making sure the wife took the kids everywhere she went. We had a cool mini-conversation, today. He has settled into his roles and is “fat, black and happy”. Good for him.

Mau Mau dropped me off midpoint to meet BQM who was now ready to hit the streets. We coctailed and adjusted his wardobe and shot over to a party in the downtown area. I immediately noticed too few cars and warned BQM that the party looked weak. As we drove past, I noticed an attractive man in a Mercedes and commented. BQM backed up and proceeded to rollout his rap. The two talked and BQM got the digits and the scoop on the real party at the Hyatt Regency on Wacker Drive. On the way to the hotel, I gave BQM a lesson in trade protocol (“I don’t push on your trade, you don’t push on mine”).

Everyone was at the Hyatt. My first boyfriend, Pepe (who was riding my jock); Dale, L.A.M.S., Mufasa, aRBy (and his lover), Sam, Trent (and his partner), Danny Terrio, Jermaine, Chris, an old MJR employee, Devon, and countless other people from my past. Excellent. The biggest general observation: everybody had gained a noticeable amount of weight since I last saw them.

BQM was in rare form and managed to snag the attention of another hot guy. I. on the other hand, was off-the-mark. I’m out of practice and the only guys coming on to me were guys I’d already sexed in the past.

The party ended at 2:00 (again, with the 2:00) and we got something to eat and went home.

Its about time a manual is printed (or placed on
audio for the kids who don’t read) on trade protcol. Kids are crossing boundries left and right these days. I hate to see a friend become persona non gratta and ruin a good friendship over mediocre holiday trade.

Actually, in this case, the guy BQM manipulated from me is quality material (which he, no doubt will fuck up). A 40-year old man into art, traveling and independent films is not exactly BQM’s type.

Well when BQM fucks it up give the guy my number
(lol) As a new believer in boundries, and an ex offender, the need for protocal is important for this Labor Day.

a friend of mine who flew into chicago from louisville this past weekend had his luggage lost, too. i don’t understand how airlines can just nonchalantly fuck up people’s trips that way and get away with it. the bastids.