Buzzedblog

I’ve come home from one of the best evenings I’ve had in a long time, and I’m still kinda buzzed. I went to that Valentine’s eve dinner at a Mexican restaurant called Mexican Radio. We had a whole basement room to ourselves, about 30 of us, a big group of gay men in our twenties. I’d been to several 20something meetings before, but this was the first time that I hung out with the group over the course of a good meal and several drinks. Even before the alcohol, I felt more relaxed among these people than I had in the past — I think because I decided to make it an enjoyable event and because I said to myself, “to hell with the pressure of finding someone I’d be interested in dating.” I don’t know why it took me so long to get to that point. But it was the right attitude to take.

After mingling for a long time, I wound up at a table with three other guys, all of whom I’d already been talking with, and we continued to have ourselves a good conversation and a good time. One of those guys I’d seen before at a gay reading group at the Center, and we’d smiled at each other once, so that made it easy to strike up a conversation. At the end of the evening, he asked for my phone number, so we exchanged our numbers.

One of the other guys at our table was beautiful — brown hair with blond streaks, nice eyes, completely clear skin, slim nose. And it turned out we went to rival colleges. This guy and the fourth guy at our table already knew each other. Anyway, the four of us really did have a great time; the alcohol certainly didn’t hurt.

I’m 27 years old, but I still haven’t gotten over the fact that on a Tuesday night, I can go to a restaurant with a bunch of people, get a nice buzz going, and come home around midnight. Ahhh… adulthood.