This weekend I made the 4 hour trek to DC for last time for a while. It seems like every time I go down there I always get a in a really bad mood for one reason or another. It usually only happens once and usually it occurs at night. Well this time it occurred both nights. The first night we attended two house parties in better than average apts. You cant go wrong with free alcohol can you? Yeah actually you can. I quickly got over the house party scene when I found myself and my bf not really talking to anyone but ourselves. Gay men I feel are hard to talk to because the entire time you are chatting you know they are judging you and everything that is coming out of your mouth and I am bad at small talk anyways so that doesn't help.
The second night we went to see Armin Van Buuren at Ibiza nightclub. It was a very large beautiful nightclub. Coat check line was insane and expensive. $5 for someone to put your coat on a hanger is frankly outrageous. Next time I plan to freeze my ass off while I wait to get in the door. I decided not to drink that night mostly for the fact that drinks are $12 a glass, and I am saving up to buy the bf a nice b-day gift. So we danced in the over crowded nightclub. They let way too many people in therefore dancing consisted of swaying from side to side. Fun. I was doin my hardcore swayin when I noticed that the bf was getting into an argument with someone. I of course worked my way through the crowd to get to him and started to scream at one of the guys that were arguing with him. I dont know why I said what I said, I am guessing to scare him. I quote, " You are fucking with the wrong people tonight, I suggest you back off!" I guess thats the first thing that came to my mind. Although we did have 5 people in our group all who are pretty big guys. So I think he got the idea.
Later on in the night there was a another fight ensuing right next to my and the bf and I immediately got between the people fighting and him. I just wanted to make sure he wasnt going to get hit my a stray fist or push. I would have much rather taken the hit them him getting it. This reminds me of the day when I was in a fight and he tried to pull me away from the other guy. Well thats when I got punched in the face. I guess we have different ways of handling these situations. My reaction is to man up and defend my man, and his is to try to avoid confrontation at all costs. They both work, I like mine better.