Gay men, wine, cheese, and the Miss America Pageant
Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 4:11 pm
Mrs. Rumps is close friends with the two choir directors at the high school where she teaches. The two men are "partners" and were actually Mrs. Rumps choir teachers when she was once a student.
I will usually meet up with Mrs. Rumps for their faculty Happy Hours every other Friday, so I have known the two gents for a few years now. They are alright and do not show any PDA or fit into the stereotype of what we think of as a gay couple.
Every year, these guys throw a Miss America Party at their domecile and invite other gay men along with straight couples and Mrs. Rumps and I have been invited the past 4 years to this event. Mrs. Rumps has attended the event every year without me as her escort. She asked me the first year and gave me a breif description of what the party was for and I told her "absolutely not".
Without knowing the date and time of this annual event, I went about my Saturday attending to some honey do's around the house. Cleaning lightbulbs, greasing some door hinges, making the garage door hurricane proof, and shit like that. Nightfall came upon me quickly and Mrs. Rumps had been gone all day long with her own chores such as cheerleading practice and a birthday party she attended. I called her cell phone and asked what she wanted to do for the evening and she told me that she was at Joe and Carl's (gay couple). I asked what they were doing and she proceeded to tell me that a few of the people from the birthday party decided to go over to Joe and Carl's for some drinks. She asked if I wanted to come over, so I had nothing better to do, so I obliged, got cleaned up and went over there.
I walked right into that Miss America Pageant party. It was disturbing to say the least. You know that feeling when you see your mother naked when you first hit the concrete operational stage of your life? Yeah, it was weird. There were gay men everywhere wearing plastic tiaras and reinacting the movements from the contestants on the Miss America Pageant. It was like walking into a gay bar in a remote city and YOU are the only one who didn't know that you just walked into a fucking gay bar. Needless to say, Mrs. Rumps and I are not talking right now.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I will usually meet up with Mrs. Rumps for their faculty Happy Hours every other Friday, so I have known the two gents for a few years now. They are alright and do not show any PDA or fit into the stereotype of what we think of as a gay couple.
Every year, these guys throw a Miss America Party at their domecile and invite other gay men along with straight couples and Mrs. Rumps and I have been invited the past 4 years to this event. Mrs. Rumps has attended the event every year without me as her escort. She asked me the first year and gave me a breif description of what the party was for and I told her "absolutely not".
Without knowing the date and time of this annual event, I went about my Saturday attending to some honey do's around the house. Cleaning lightbulbs, greasing some door hinges, making the garage door hurricane proof, and shit like that. Nightfall came upon me quickly and Mrs. Rumps had been gone all day long with her own chores such as cheerleading practice and a birthday party she attended. I called her cell phone and asked what she wanted to do for the evening and she told me that she was at Joe and Carl's (gay couple). I asked what they were doing and she proceeded to tell me that a few of the people from the birthday party decided to go over to Joe and Carl's for some drinks. She asked if I wanted to come over, so I had nothing better to do, so I obliged, got cleaned up and went over there.
I walked right into that Miss America Pageant party. It was disturbing to say the least. You know that feeling when you see your mother naked when you first hit the concrete operational stage of your life? Yeah, it was weird. There were gay men everywhere wearing plastic tiaras and reinacting the movements from the contestants on the Miss America Pageant. It was like walking into a gay bar in a remote city and YOU are the only one who didn't know that you just walked into a fucking gay bar. Needless to say, Mrs. Rumps and I are not talking right now.
Jesus fucking Christ.
