We don’t sleep when the sun goes down, we don’t waste no precious time.
Has been me & us for some time ticking now. Us would be referring to the inner circle I have with my friends. See, it all started 3 summers ago when Sean (or was it Darius!?) and I were at Lime in SF on a Sunday Funday. I was speaking to this girl outside who happened to be the sexiest (at the time) gogo dancer I’ve ever seen rock hips on a platform and out of no where this guy runs up and tries to speak to her too. Mind you, I’m in the Castro District day partying so I immediately thought this guy was gay and felt no threat.
He adds her on facebook, then me just for kicks and a week later I coincidentally notice he’s in Vegas the same time. It was Darius, Sean and I which makes our past “Trifecta” (later adding Brian/Feldy to sum up “Quattro”..silly we were) and run into this guy at Encore Beach.
His name Philip Andres. Flamboyant & loud at first was an understatement.. but the biggest ball of fun and energy I’ve seen from a guy. He introduced us to his toe painted, short short board short wearing, 2 other buddies & welcomed us & the girls to their table. What I did not know to be anything else but a day in Vegas, our bond began.
Later I find the guys were straight. All of them. A little metrosexual but they were all & only about the pussy lol. They did this thing called ‘Pea-cocking’ (later realizing it was strategy from the acclaimed Black Book.. I was in awe.) I was oblivious to any sort “strategy” at the time other than walking up to a girl and saying “Hello” with a smile. They wore bright colors, some painted toes or nails and were fit. I mean 8 packed to my amateur abdominals still in progress. No homo, but I gave them props for the physique.
Standing there, women of all sorts would walk by and a lot would notice/feel the energy from them, walk up and ask “Are your toes painted?!” …boom. Ice broken, conversation has commenced & inevitable numbers were exchanged. Later realizing those guys they questioned & judged from afar turned out to be ridiculously fun & down to earth guys with a fun approach at doing things.
It wasn’t for everyone as you could picture but I thought it was hilarious and here we are now, 3 summers later.. 8 Tortugas (Turtles) and an ever growing circle or girlfriends & friends.. all feeding off the same energy. With a love for music, dance, food (of course) and the addicting camaraderie that we have all grown into. We flourish on inside jokes and ice cream to say the least.
It’s been a wild one. Over 16 trips to Vegas one summer, Miami for Ultra, New York, Seattle, Puerto Rico, and some even to Europe for their festival called Cream Fields. Endless summers & motivated, gym filled winters. When we’re done with the late night & early mornings, I look around and tell everyone I call it, Success. Well success it has been.
I’m reflecting on our story because when the run around comes to a walk.. and finally home where it’s quiet.. I appreciate all that we do. I smile at our pictures and group text the stupid memories we’ve all made. “The run around” though, is what I think I’ve found the end in road in. I and some of them know It was only a vice. Or what any single man would do.. go out and party.
I’m not saying I’m completely done with the ‘run’ but to end this introduction of my friends.. I’ve finally come across and found something worth coming home to.
Things happen for a reason and I’ve taken all the signs since the day I went single. This sign and reason for me to stop running around, has put the biggest genuine smile on my face I couldn’t hide it behind a wall.
I’ll finish this later.. but I wanted to vent out, how and what I’m feeling or have had in thought.. I think I’ve found happiness. Always smile, peace for now.
