I would like to introduce you to the Hotel Pequito. This is the house that I am moving out of for good this weekend. For those of you who speak Spanish, that moniker is not a personal reflection. I actually live on a street called 'Pequito Drive'. And the house is known in my social circle (and even outside my circle) as a hotel because, well, we have not locked our doors in over five years. It has served as a beacon in a drunken haze - where people of all shapes, sizes, and maturity levels stumble through its open doors at any time of night or day, pick a spot on the floor or in a bed next to one of the residents, and pass the fuck out. People don't knock when they arrive. They barge in with a bottle in hand and scream, "Where you at, bitches?" There's not a lot of personal privacy, no chance of walking around in your undies.
But it was also the house where most of the parties/cookouts/football Sundays took place. Now don't get me wrong, I love to entertain - but I have decided that I have reached that point in my life where I have earned the right to pick and choose when I go out and what parties to hit; instead of always being expected to provide the festivities. Hence my move to my new, solo apartment.
And oh yeah, the Hotel had one other perk:
The view from the balcony. This is my happy place, where I can sit, chill, and find my power animal (he's a platypus, by the way. His name is Ernie. He likes Triscuits). I am going to miss this most of all. This is where I would write. This is where I would chill to my iPod and enjoy a quiet cigarette and a whiskey. Where I would get into fantastic debates with my friends over politics, religion, sports, etc. And where finally, after years of searching, I felt at home.
So many of my adult life memories took place at the Hotel: Lifelong friendships were forged - and broken. Art was inspired. Babies were conceived. A communal family made up of vastly different ethnic backgrounds, personalities, and values grew out of a never ending barrage of booze, music and spirit. I will truly cherish each and every one of you as I continue to head down my personal path in life. You all know who you are.
But many of you reading do not - so I will let a series of images introduce you to the joint, and to my Hotel family. To all of you who have made the last half decade such a wonderful Clusterfuck, I thank you.
Christmas Time at the Hotel
Just a block or two from the house....
My beautiful Moni
Nater-Tot, the amazing Laurnie Dubs, and Yours Truly
Halloween - always the biggest party of the year
How I spent most Sunday mornings
Flip Cup, a Hotel favorite
Brian and Katie
THE Bud Sant, Jr., L. Brock, and Pounder
Chris Cooke, a.k.a Cookie, a.k.a. Muffin
My best friend and brother Jason, Laurnie Red Riding Hood, and Steve Irwin, back from the dead....
Rissa, my BTHA (Big-Tittied Half Asian)
Dr. Wright, Unlicensed Gyno
Chris, Tatum, and T.J., fondling each other
Just letting you know you are Number One in my eyes
Sheila, Shannon, and Feather
My two favorite ladies...hands off boys, they are spoken for.
Kim Chuckles, Jonathan, and Hot Morgan
Cookie, PEANUT!, and Joe
The future Mrs. Nater-Tot, Brittany, being fabulous as always
Greg the Giant, Mr. Laurnie Dubs, Gay Pat, and Tiffany
Two of the greatest people I have ever met. See, look how happy I am!
Crys, and her wonderful tush...
My Bubbas - my godson Connor - at his first party, the Luau.
I pay my respects to the late Patrick Swayze, with my little monkey
Goodbye, Hotel Pequito. I will miss the life you allowed me to live.
For another perspective of the Hotel Pequito, go over to Laurnie Dubs (my BFF and former roommate) at Some Whine with Cheese