Almost Famous
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Last night, here in little ol' Vermont, I was recognized from this little ol' blog thing.
I went out with some friends, to karaoke at our gay bar, and got fairly drunk. (And, no, I don't sing.) During one of my stumbly trips to the bathroom, I was followed in rather obviously, by this guy who had been staring me down the whole night. I will refrain from further comment because, obviously this is a reader and I do not wish to alienate—but I will say that I was getting fairly creeped out by the looks. Mind you, I am generally creeped out when people look at me—I mean, come on, what's wrong with them? Why are they looking at me? But there was something different in this stare. This guy looked like he knew me and I certainly had no idea who the hell he was.
And there, in the bathroom, as I'm peeing, he says to me, from behind me, "You're Crash, right?"
I sort of cock my head back from the urinal. I see that it's that guy. I'm drunk, I'm taking a piss, and I like my anonymity. Fuck. What am I supposed to say?
He continues: "The Twenty-Something guy. I knew it! I read your story right before I came out tonight!"
I finish peeing and have to turn to face him. I don't mean to be rude, really. I am just shy and drunk, and all I can do is force a smile.
He introduces himself. I grin. And, I think, he finally realizes how uncomfortable I am.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to —"
"No no. Don't. I'm just... Drunk." I gesture to my nearly empty rum-and-coke.
"I just wanted to say—I like your journal."
I lose my smile.
"It's not a journal," I say. "It's a blog. But thank you." And with that, I leave, a diva-in-training, setting out to alienate my fans, one by one.
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umm... please don't take your drinks into the bathroom. Leave them with a trusted friend.
Jeez, I fly all the way to Vermont and this is how you treat me. Sigh.
LOL thats funny, I have been far more rude to people while totally sloshed. I once actually laughed at a guy after he made some derogatory comment about how hot I was. I mean I was SO out of his league (or at least that is what I thought while drunk).
Kinda scary in a way. I think you handled yourself well. I probably would have been quite a rude prick to him. Everyone knows that you do not talk to another person while in the bathroom...it is just common sense. Nice blog ya got here by the by.
At once hilarious and scary.I don't know what is more disconcerting—meeting people who have been privy to my private/public proclivities through blogging or passing furtive strangers on the street who appear to know something about me. Mixed blessings, to be sure.Your writing has been a pleasure lately.
found your blog throgh cathy resmer's 802online blog. pearl's bathroom is legendary... one time my ex-bf was peeing at the urinal and some guy that we knew, and didn't like that much, grabbed his dick from behind and kissed him. he didn't know how to react, i mean... he was peeing it's not like he was in a good position to resist. i have to say though, after living in burlington for about 10 years and going to Pearls for most of them (when 18-20 was still ok) i've gotten gradually more comfortable with that bathroom--drunk or not. i much prefer it to the eerie bathrooms in str8 bars where NO ONE talks. if you talk in a "real" men's bathroom, it's like immediately you're a faggot and in serious danger, and forget about eye-contact!
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