I'm in the nastiest mood.
"I hope Drew told you, no parties, Greg. No parties, no orgies, no overnight guests."
Wow.
I am in the nastiest mood.
Greg is about as cute as a cocker spaniel puppy, grateful as hell that I agreed he could live here for a while -- but damnit! Why the hell does my mother have to come for a visit now!?!?
Oh, yeah. Now I remember why I'm in such a nasty mood.
I have to tell Drew. Take a deep breath..."Andrew, honey, I have some good news and some bad news..."
"I'm still waiting for the good news, Eric," he snaps and saunters off the the kitchen to make dinner.
Think fast, Eric. Come up with something, ANYTHING, that can pass for good news.
"I made reservations for you at the Golden Door, it's the most amazing spa this side of Heaven...!!!!"
He's silent....
I say he can bring a friend, I even say he can invite Greg -- that's how pissed he that my parents are coming and I'm trying to make him disappear for a while.
"I don't want to go to a spa, I don't want to spend time with Greg, I don't want to have a fabulous weekend away! I don't want to keep disappearing, dammit!!!
Can I blame him? Of course not. But the Golden Door IS a fabulous spa, and.... shit. Now what?
I'll be his slave, I offer. No go. I'll promise to tell them this time that I'm gay, and that Drew is my lover... No go. I'm bluffing, he says. I'm putting it off for the thousandth time, he says.
He's right.
I'm chicken.
Damnit...
