I was screaming and using the foulest language as I maneuvered through the mass of cars on Beverly Boulevard -- trying to get home in time for the six o'clock news and to make dinner for me and Eric.
"Move, people!"
Zipping in and around and kissing the dashboard with my hand -- praying against accidents as I rushed through yellow lights -- I realized I'd never been in a car accident in my life, and then thought, 'Yeah, it's times like this when you get yourself killed.'
I slowed down with the image of my guts smeared against the Beverly Center.
Why was I rushing? What was the hurry after all?
It was Eric. The thought of his nasty expression waiting for me in the den, snapping that, "I told you this would happen if you took another job, I told you I'd be the first thing on your list that lost out..."
There was no way I was gonna see that "look" and I sped up.
"Eric? Eric."
Damn it, home in record time and he wasn't even there. The answering machine explained it, "Hi, babe it's me... I'm still at work, home in an hour or so... it's six now, so I'll see you --- yeah, around seven, duh."
I was sweating and breathin' hard -- for nothing. To comfort myself, I opened a bag of chips, poured a glass of Cabernet and sat down to watch the news, "screw dinner," I said.
I thumbed through the gay throw-away magazine I'd picked up at the gym and found an ad for a major "white" party in Palm Springs. I remembered Scott, at work telling me, "SO MUCH FUN, Andrew! You and Eric should go, but watch out -- it's dangerous."
"Why dangerous, Scott?" I asked.
"IMPOSSSSSSSSIBLE to keep it in your pants. Just something about all that white, all those muscles, all that testosterone! Can turn into a mad orgy if you're not careful."
The ad said it all -- gorgeous man, bare-chested, leering the reader... hmmm, maybe this would be a nice surprise for Eric. He'd be grateful for a weekend out of L.A. and I don't think he'd mind being surround by hundreds of hunky men... neither would I.
I dialed the number to check out the prices and reservation info...
