WHAT HAPPENED AFTER THE GAYVNS--DAY 3
The hotel's wake-up call service startled me into reality at 6:00am. I got up, showered and began packing my bag to go home. Luckily, outside the hotel were a line of cabs and we were at San Francisco airport in less than 20 minutes. CVK had already checked me in, so I just went to a self-service kiosk and printed out my boarding pass and off I went.
Security x-rayed my satchel twice. I had 2 Ipods, my cell phone, my GPS and 2 adapter cords in it, so that was probably too much electronic equipment for them. They scanned it again, and everything was fine.
We departed at 8:20am, right on schedule, and I was back at LAX by 10am. I took the shuttle to the parking lot where I'd left my car, pumping the driver for info on the South Dakota flood, and by 10:30, I was back home.
A quick smooch to CVK, who was feeling fine, and I hurriedly unpacked, then re-packed my bag. At noon, we were in my car and headed back north to Big Sur, where DINK FLAMINGO had rented some cabins for us to spend a few days. After an hour, I was fighting to stay awake. The late nights and the early wake-ups had been a bit much, so I asked CVK to take over the driving. I reclined my seat and caught an hour-long catnap, then offered to take the driving back, but CVK was happy at the wheel.
As we got closer and closer to Big Sur, we began to lose cell phone reception. Dink would text me every so often to ask where we were. When we were 5 miles away from the campground, he responded that they were 45 minutes away, so I asked if we could check in without him there. Dink called the place and they said yes, so soon, we pulled into the campgrounds and a pleasant, yet goofy-looking young man checked us in. We drove to the 3 cabins Dink had rented. We were to stay in the middle one, he had told us, a two-bedroom cabin we'd be sharing with EDITOR STEVE and JUDE, a still photographer. Their room had 2 queen beds and ours had one. The place was very nice. All 3 cabins had kitchenettes, but only ours had a refrigerator.
I built a fire in the wood stove while Cliff unpacked. Our room had no closet so we put everything into a dresser, including my hockey mask and plastic machete, which Dink had asked me to bring. More on that next time...heh heh heh.
By that time, the others had shown up: Dink, DJ, DAVID, Steve, Jude MIKE DONNER, his partner NEIL and KAYDEN SAYLOR. The guys brought in bag after bag of groceries and began stocking the frig. I couldn't believe all the food I was seeing going in: chicken, steaks, hot dogs, sausages, brats, bacon, eggs, breakfast links, shrimp, Coke, Mountain Dew, ketchup, mustard, mayo, and it just kept coming. I brought a 2 liter bottle of my favorite soda, Big Red, and warned everyone not to touch it. For Mr. Blakk only. Violators would get their beds short-sheeted. lol.
By 8:00pm, CVK and I were starving, and everyone else was just starting to talk about dinner. DJ wanted to make stuffed chicken breasts, but he had mistakenly gotten chicken tenders instead and couldn't do it. So the plan switched to hot dogs, sausages and brats, and DJ worked relentlessly on building a fire in the fire pit outside. He was meticulous and soon had a very nice blaze going. Kayden kept wanting to spray lighter fluid on it, showing a touch of the pyromaniac, but DJ kept putting him off on that.
Soon the fire was going just great, and they lowered the iron grate over it. "Where do you put the food to cook?" someone asked.
"Right on the grate," DJ answered and the person inquiring scoffed.
"It's probably covered with all kinds of germs that'll get on the food," the person said.
"The fire kills all germs," Steve said, chuckling. Steve had searched the house and found a few board games but unfortunately couldn't find any takers.
Within 20 minutes, plate after plate of meat started coming into the house. We all devoured the sausages with chips and soda until everyone was full.
Later, we were all gathered around the campfire, putting marshmallows on sticks. Some of the guys were making s'mores, but I was happy just to toast my marshmallows. I'd forgotten how awesome these were. You pull off the crunchy outside with your lips and the gooey inside just fills your mouth. I ate about 8 of these and had to stop from sugar overload.
We laughed and joked and had a good time. We talked about the Michael Lucas/Brent Corrigan controversy and the GayVNs in general. I took the opportunity to smoke some cigars Dink had gotten me at a nearby general store and sat there happily puffing away, making the occasional wisecrack, usually at Mike Donner's expense. He was an easy target and laughed along with the rest of us.
The evening dragged on and on, and people began to say their goodnights. CVK went first, then Mike and Neil, then Kayden, Steve and Jude, then DJ and David, leaving only Dink and myself. We stayed up an extra hour, talking about a new movie and some other work he was interested in having me do. We also chatted about the GayVNs and the Grabbys, and soon, it was time for us to say good night, too. Dink and I cleaned up the cups and glasses that had been left outside. Dink dropped a glass which shattered on the concrete. He said to leave it until morning, and I put a chair over it to keep anyone from walking in the broken shards. Then I put the fire out and went to my room.
CVK was sleeping with the light on, so I undressed and got into bed.
"You smell like smoke," he mumbled.
"I know, honey. Sorry." And I put out the light.
To be continued...
JBK
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