I have never really liked parties. I remember when I was around ten years old my mom invited a bunch of boys over for a birthday party for me. I was underwhelmed. Not one of them were my friends, they were the sons of my mom's friends. Most people light up at the thought of a party and look forward to them with fondness, as if every party is going to be like Animal House. They aren't, unless you count my younger brother's parties from years ago. He always fueled them with gallons of booze and an unlimited supply of drugs. Luckily he didn't kill himself and has since quit all that nonsense. Earlier this week Mark informed me that we were going to a party.
"You don't have to go if you don't want to, but I'd really like you to. It's going to be a pool party."
"What's wrong with our pool?" I asked him.
Anyway, I agreed to go with the stipulation that I could call a taxi and go home if I got bored. So on Sunday afternoon Mark and I went partying, woo hoo... It turned out to be as dismal as I imagined it would be. I realize that I am an old fart fag, which is fine, but that doesn't mean I like to socialize with nothing but other old fart fags. They spend way too much time reminiscing about old bars they went to and how it was so much better "back then". Then there are the health issues. At one point I was pulled into a conversation about hospitals, doctors, and the various maladies that affect the older body. I just couldn't compete with one fellow who insisted that a shoulder operation cleared up his vision. Did I mention that it was a pool party? Outside around the swimming pool it was eye watering. There were flabby asses half hanging out of tight 1970's era swimming suits, and at least one hairy orb trying to escape one fellows ill fitting pair of shorts. After about fifteen minutes of "partying" I was ready to call a cab to come get me. As I made my way over to a quiet area of the house so that I could make my phone call, an elderly guy with a slight hunch back walked past me. He was wearing a tee shirt with a cute saying on the front of it. It read, "I shaved my balls for this?"
My thoughts exactly.