Sunshine and shenanigans. Play on playah.

I have been slacking on the blogging this week due to bitch-sitting and the beginning of my third trimester of grad school. Damn you commitments for getting in the way of my hobbies. Here is a little recap of the rest of the weekend.
Something happens to the psyche of most New Englanders when the first taste of Spring arrives... Our seasonal depression instantly vanishes and we head outside. In the case of Newporters, we usually engage in some serious day drinking. Aaahhh the return of Sunday Funday. Let me just rewind to Saturday night briefly. Another pseudo lame night that may have ended in a blackout and pizza manging. Synopsis: Drinks at pier. More drinks at pelham. Snuck up back stairs to studio for more drinks to complete the last 1/2 hour of night. Amidst the drinking, Kitty Cat was receiving interesting texts from Young Boy that she accidentally made out with "Remy's style" a few weeks prior. We ran into him walking out of the pier and the interaction was beyond awkward. When she asked if he was drunk, he responded "just don't know your deal. saw you with some guy at 180 last week." Curse you Navy Boy for blowing up Kitty Cat's spot. You can't do anything in this city by the sea without some creep watching and reporting. One of YB's final texts of the evening had me in stitches and nearly upchucking my delicious Dominoes, "play on playah." Reviewing the stream of texts the next morning, we realize he was probably trying to be funny, and a more appropriate witty response would have been, "i'm not a playah i just crush a lot."

Ok back to Sunday Funday. Kitty-Cat, Chowe and I venture out with plans to get a nice lunch and do the cliff walk in the almost 60 degree weather. Somehow we end up lunching at the Mooring. This included mimosas and a bottle of white. Mid-day buzz-success! At the time, I thought the following Kitty-Cat quote was so hilarious that I needed to write it down and photgraph it:

Creep.

After the Mooring, we park it on the couch of one of my favorite Gays. After venting about men, he proclaims how happy he is to NOT be straight. He then opens our virgin eyes to the wonderful world of guyswithiphones.com, manhunt.com, and the grinder app. Wow, gay men have it easy. Nobody questions their "deal" if they feel like making out with randoms in public. This pit stop was a perfectly entertaining sunday funday interlude.

This brings us to Pelham, where we spent the next 4 hours crushing blue moons and listening to sweet cover tunes. All sorts of characters came out of the woodwork and by 10 pm, Kitty-Cat was sipping Stoli dolis with her eyes shut. I took this as a sign we should put ourselves to bed.

Bring on the debauchery that tomorrow will bring. You can't rain on the parade of thousands of dedicated drunks. Love me some men in skirts ;)