Taking Charge Of The Night (Part 1)

Catching Up On The Diary

The rush is on, again and again in these resounding expectations. The only break I will wish myself take tonight is to watch Drew Carey in which they are having a special ‘spot the mistake’ episode tonight. Apart from that, everything should be well in order as these fingers type expeditiously furious tonight in the bid to catch up on chronology. Before heading off to the main portion let me just note that today I felt a vibe upon today.

Somehow today just seemed wrong in which I haven’t felt like that about a certain day before. The date itself struck me as unstable, filled with erratic unpredictability. The thirteenth day of the seventh month just doesn’t sound pleasing but precarious. Maybe I’ve just been rolling too much fortune stones in my mind but I would love to know what I was doing this time one or two years ago. There’s just an air about today, the expectancy of wrong…

City Plans Fall Apart

To begin now with my arriving home on Friday night last, the planning for what was to be a night out in the City was quickly diminishing. Earlier in the day when Shawn and I were on the train we were talking of plans to head to the City regardless of what everyone else wanted to do. Basically, we were going to invite anyone but Keith with Ralf being the exception to the rule.

However, upon arriving at home I gave Shawn a call first to see what the plans were. Answering the phone almost immediately I asked if he had called anyone to make plans for the night and as he told me that he was heading to the Catholic Club with Ned and Ralf I knew the dream of the City was over. Not blaming Shawn at all, I blame the lack of enthusiasm to get out there and have a great time.

Keith And Tamsen Again

Despite this blow to my esteem for the night I continued calling people in which I began with Keith. Asking what his caper was for the night I wasn’t surprised that he would be with Tamsen. Bothering not to ask him what he was doing for the night I just asked if my bike clock and hat were in his car to which he wasn’t sure. Gathering that Keith was just up to his old tricks, I figured that Keith would be sticking to Tamsen like glue for the next couple of weeks so he can claim his territory again just like a dog pisses on a pole.

If you have common sense, you could figure out Keith, he’s just like a pamphlet with an index on how to read it, so straight forward. There is no curiosity to Keith, only that what common sense can recall. The way I foresee, Keith’s decision to take it slow with Tamsen as if they were starting all over again from scratch is just beyond any reasonable relationship. If it got bad, then there is only a fraction of a chance that it can get better.

The problem with Keith’s efforts is that they were brought together because Tamsen was fearful of being alone and Keith, after trying his hardest to find someone else fell to desperation and his last resort. It makes me grieve to know how pathetic Keith is with the act of love that he told Tamsen of the picture at Wollongong where he was sitting alone on a bench, thinking about her all day. Seriously, how pathetic would that be, from someone that cheated and then had the nerve to mention his undying love and thoughts throughout their breakup.

Nevertheless, I must admit that Keith has been mostly intent on getting back with Tamsen, away from his hateful messages on her phone, his wanting to get onto another girl out of loathing and his moving onto the thought of other women pretty quickly. Yet, Tamsen dumped Keith for the soul purpose of finding someone better and as Keith knows that, how can he live with himself, trying so hard to get her back. Once one of them has left the breeding nest with different intentions, it should be over.

With Tamsen, she lost her love for Keith months ago and it’s a pity how they are blindly trying to get back on track, knowing they are both only in it because they have nothing else of worth to go to. I predict that if Tamsen finds something better again, she’ll dump Keith at the drop of a hat and Keith would feel no empathy to his past wrongs whence he sleeps around on her. In time, give it time…

Ringing Round For Company

My third call was to ring up Tyler and to see if he had any plans for the night. Being his cocky self, I figured that he would just end up staying home and twiddling his fingers for fun but as we got to talking, I was surprised that he was interested in heading out to where my heart best suited. Noting that I would have loved to head down to the City Tyler was obliged to head down with me but he didn’t want to drive or catch a train.

Therefore, it was left up to me to give Ace a call but after talking to his woman I found out that he was working for the night at a new job. A bottle shop, how original for Ace. Asking his girlfriend if he would be available for Saturday she kindly advised me that he would be working on Saturday and that he would be at home mostly now as they were saving up for a house together.

Even though I’ve only heard this once from her before it sounds like a cliché, commonly heard from others when he doesn’t come out. Despite this flaw to the night it seemed that Tyler was still intent on heading out and as I suggested against my best interests that we stick around Campbelltown, he was for the idea. “Why don’t we head down to the Catholic Club for a little while”

I suggested, “Shawn will be down there with Ned and Ralf, we can meet up with them”. “Yeah, yeah lets do that” he announced with delight, sounding like a good idea to him. “However, I want to head somewhere after the Catholic Club and I’m not really happy about sticking around Campbelltown but if we have to head somewhere down here, might as well head to Chevy’s afterwards” I uttered.

Taking Charge Of The Night

My thoughts of the Catholic Club fluctuates, where some nights I hate the thought of going there and on others I’m all for it. This was a night where I was all for it because I had new clothes and I would have felt comfortable as opposed to the old style all black I used to wear. When most I loathe the thought of the Catholic Club is when I overdress or tend to throw discourage at my feet…

The trap was set and the planning was in place. With Tyler and I deciding to head to the Catholic Club regardless of anyone else wanting to head out with us, I had him prepare to come over in forty five minutes, at 8:00 p.m. Desiring some more company I decided to give Ralf a call, hoping he would still be home and eager to head out.

When we did get to talking I tried to limit his overuse of the tongue’s features by cutting continually to the point as he digressed. Asking if Ralf wanted to head down to the Catholic Club and then informing him of our intentions to head to Chevy’s he agreed to meet us for the first part of our night but wasn’t sure upon the second.

Ralf told me how he met up with Simon earlier in the day and how he was going to head down to the Catholic Club with Simon. Appeased with his intentions instead of being bothered I thought the more the merrier. “If I don’t call you before 8:00 p.m. tonight then that means I’ll meet you at the Catholic Club later tonight” Ralf mentioned, “I just have to wait for Simon to finish work”. Sounding fair enough to me I jumped off the phone and without any further planning I started getting myself ready.

The call for solace has returned and I hope to be the relief to the coming weekends, the planner of fortitude that with determined resolution shall shine above his peers. This Friday night, where I took the reigns of the night into my own hands, I did feel the sweet taste of being the man all over again. Tasting a bit of the satisfaction that comes with pulling off a good night, I was urged on by the thought that I hadn’t decided to stick my head out and take control for over two years, since Lyssa and I started going out.

Sick of sitting around and watching other people ruin my weekend, it was time to take action and with Tyler being as eager as I, my night was headed in the right direction. As I would have noted previously in this diary, for my plans to succeed I need someone who is just as intent with a car and a mouth. It’s not good enough that I can come up with the plans to have everyone say “I don’t want to drive” at the end of the night and implode the whole events, I need someone with a hunger for action.

Therefore, I can say that the planning of the night was all mine but it couldn’t have come together without Tyler and without everyone else meeting up at the Catholic Club. Nevertheless, at the end of the night I was encouragingly seen as the planner of events in which you could see a twinkle of hope in everyone’s eyes for our future content…

Getting Dressed With Tyler

Tyler showed up at my house as I was taking a shower at 8:00 p.m. and hearing him knock slightly on the door I ran naked to the bathroom door, dripping wet, shouting out “Come in, the door’s open”. Obligingly he walked into my room as I hoped the computer’s memoirs had been turned off from my typing pointers. Minutes later after brushing my teeth and using body wash I jumped out of the shower and into the clothes that I would wear for the night, all ready for me on the washing machine.

Initially, I was thinking of wearing my black reflector pants along with my black and red Hound Dog top, my Hound Dog Jacket and my DKNY hat along with the blue lens glasses. This outfit I have been dying to try on for quite a while now but due to the inconsistency of everyone in our plans to head to uncharted clubs, I haven’t been able to assist my optimism. In regards to that black and red Petersham shirt from Hound Dog, Lyssa informed me on the phone last night that Penelope had seen me buying it that Thursday night.

When Lyssa and Penelope headed to Hound Dog last Penelope just picked it up and noted of my having bought it and of course, Lyssa already knew what she was talking about as she stayed over last week in which I showed it to her. Penelope must have also been shopping around when she noticed me at the front counter or something.

Trying On The Latex Pants

Back to my story, with Tyler now at my house and wearing a black shirt along with one of those puff jackets without sleeves, black casual sort pants and nice black shoes, we decided it was time to check out what I was going to wear for the night. “Here, try this on” I asked of Tyler showing him the Mook latex pants I had bought from ‘The Changing Room’. Shocked he exclaimed “Wow, they’re excellent man” in his usual casual sounding voice that rarely changes resonance despite his being roused.

Having him try my pants on I thought they would look really good with the puff jacket that he had on and justly so, he didn’t want to part with the pants once they were on. “Let me wear them for the night” he pleaded and as obliging as I want to be, I offered him to wear the pants whenever he wanted just as long as I got to wear them in first. Thus, the need to swap around clothes has begun as Tyler and Shawn are my main contenders.

Requesting that I try on his puff jacket he allowed me to zip it on over my tight shirt. Being at Gas Station on Thursday night and noting a great puff jacket, I knew I wanted one but wasn’t sure how they would suit me. Tyler’s jacket looked too square and inflated on me which I didn’t like at all but I knew that the puff jacket in Gas Station would have suited me famously.

Nevertheless, with all this binge spending upon clothes every week in which I can hardly keep up with all the lay-bys and sales, I’m still strong on clothing and will be for quite some time. If I see something fashionable in the window, all it takes is for me to try it on to know that I want it. However, as the urge to buy something that I adore is looming in the air, the insistence to hold off until I am well out of the red is more of a beckoning call.

Still, in backlog, I have glasses that I want to buy which will suit my bucket hat, the braiding of my hair, permanent colored contact lenses, a puff jacket, very expensive fashion clear lens glasses and anything else I chance to walk by in my hour of shopping. If I like something then most definitely, I will buy it later in time. Rain or shine shall not stop these divine intentions from treating me to fine elegance and believe me, I will have it all, in time…

Photo Shoot In The Bedroom

Not only did Tyler and I swap clothes in which I also tried my latex pants and Gas Station shirt but we also took pictures. Having at least six more photos to take before the roll of film was concluded I figured that there was no time like the present. Easing out the full size mirror from my wardrobe I began setting up a shot, hoping that the dim lighting in my room would not diminish in any way the photos I was taking.

Each shot was taken with a different look in which I used both my new looks with the Skechers shoes, some remarkable club shoes. The first shot was of Tyler at the front door in which he was more or less pointing at the door like the models from ‘The Price Is Right’.

Taking a picture of me standing against the wall with my bucket hat and glasses look I changed into what I eventually wore for the night, latex black pants, Gas Station semi-transparent top, Hound Dog Jacket, Skechers shoes and my choker chain as well as my yellow lens glasses. Taking a picture of me at the back door with my new beret on and then of Tyler doing his little pose we took one more picture of the both of us sitting together on the sofa and that was the end of the film.

Having taken half an hour trying on different clothes and then a further twenty minutes taking pictures, we were both satisfied with our having taken pictures and having tried on clothes like girls would normally do. With no further ado upon our hands I put away the camera with a new roll of film and turning off the television, computer and my system, we headed out to Tyler’s car.

Another point of mention, as we were trying on my new clothes I thought to pump the music regardless of what the neighbors would have though. Craving for that vibe in our feet, we cranked up the volume and sat there testing out what grooves our new clothes would allow. For a couple of minutes we did sit there with rhythm as we took photos in that time, looked upon our outfits favorably and then decided to leave.