My extended Labor Day weekend.

On Wednesday my dad drove down from LA to meet with a business associate and decided that it was time for him to meet the new boyfriend. I know that I have been pretty reluctant to do anything to further this relationship since it started, but I was actually really looking forward to my dad meeting, “the boyfriend”. In a strange coincidence it turns out that my boyfriend’s uncle is one of my father’s oldest friends! The conversation flowed pretty well the entire meal because of that.

By the time we had finished, my dad had to hop back into his car to make it in time to catch a flight in LA going to Singapore. But before he left he offered to let us stay in his beach house up north for the holiday weekend. We had plans, but nothing super exciting, so we both called a few friends (10 in total) and headed up to my dad’s place that afternoon for a weekend of drunken shenanigans!

We got to my dad’s beach house just before midnight and quickly unloaded all of the luggage and extra people so we could make it to the supermarket before it closed. There’s this stupid law in California which prohibits the sale of alcohol after 2am and it’s always a damper on the evening when you show up to buy some vodka at 2 minutes past 2 only to be DENIED! I felt like a total lush at the checkout line at the grocery store. We walked out of that store with $500 of alcohol and about $75 of food.

This weekend has mostly been a blur of drinking, surfing, and laughing, but one thing in particular is going to stay with me as vividly as if it were happening right now. There was one moment when I was sitting with my buddy and his girlfriend was laying in his lap talking to somebody to his right, and “the boyfriend” was sitting in between my legs with his back to me talking to somebody at my left. The whole situation felt so normal and natural, I didn’t feel like I was a freak and like there was something wrong with me, and I could tell that nobody else was thinking anything like that about me either. I don’t know if I am explaining this right, but the normality of it all made me feel happy in a way that I haven’t felt in a very long time. I think I just got used to everybody telling me this was a part of myself I needed to hide. It made me forget how accepting the people in my life that truly care about me really are.

I really needed this weekend, but I had no idea how much until right at this very moment as I typed those words. It’s been hard for me to articulate the feelings that I have been trying my hardest to deal with. This weekend has been a huge reminder of why I gave up what I did, and what I am expecting to get back in return. People are going to start waking up soon and I have decided that I am going to make breakfast for everybody because I am suddenly in a very good mood.