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August 24, 2003
band trip
It was a fairly fun weekend at Rehoboth Beach. Four of us drove there Friday evening, in and out of a violent thunderstorm most of the way. It was cool to go over the Bay Bridge with lightning all around. However, the storm cleared the way for some really dry and sunny weather, which made the weekend a lot nicer than last year's muggy tournament. I stayed in Friday night at Shane's beach house, which was a quieter than the team group house which was plagued with thundersnores. I am so over band trip overnights! Grampaw needs his sleep these days you know.
We played two matches, and as I like to tell anyone who asked: "It was a good experience for the new players, and a chance to get the veterans warmed up for the fall season." This means that we lost both games, but we got an idea of where we stand for the Fall tournament matrix. I was just as rusty as anyone else, but hopefully my tackling skills will meet or exceed that of the Minx.
Philly's new gay team, the Gryphons, were there as well, and came to socialize with us after the matches. It was a raucous event, replete with cheap beer and new beginnings for many. I also learned that more people than I know read this blog, so I shall keep the specifics of who did whom to myself.
On the drive back I was thinking about some of my first trips to the beach with the Washington Wetskins water polo team some six years or so ago. It was especially good to socialize with a group of like-minded gay men, which I needed badly after my time in Peace Corps and many gayless years before that. While I had come out in 1990, I really hadn't had much qualitative and quantitative exposure to other gay guys until I moved to Washington. Before that, I was in places more suitable for lesbians, like Oregon, Alaska and Illinois.
Needless to say, I was like a kid in a candy store when the water polo team would host social events at the beach. Every person was a possibility, and every social interaction was weighted with failures and successes in my mind. It was hard work, and I think I lost out on a lot of good clean fun back then.
In six years, much has changed. I don't need to go out every night when I get there, and rest seems more important than cocktails or nookie. I'm more anxious to find people who just want to hang out and enjoy themselves rather than being on the lookout to quench my honey pot. I figure at this point I don't get out of DC much, and I want to spend that time relaxing instead of hunting. This morning before we left, I spent my time having a quiet breakfast, checked out the latest arcade technology breakthroughs, and ate bad boardwalk food. I'm sad to note that Whack-A-Mole games have been replaced with new shock-proof plexiglass pound-screens with wimpy mallets that strike digital rodents. No fun! Must beat moles in holes!
Posted by jimbo at August 24, 2003 9:05 PM
Comments
Since you mention that 'more people than you know' read your blog, wouldn't it make a lot more sense and be a lot more effective to direct your complaint right at the 'rude person'(from the last entry) rather than to obliquely site him? That way, you could handle it between the two of you rather than make it a subject of public discourse - I'm guessing the latter would be a much cleaner way of alleviating stress.
Posted by: Mr. Smiles at August 25, 2003 3:31 PM
If everyone dealt with their issues privately the blogosphere would disappear.
Posted by: beenhexed at August 26, 2003 4:17 PM