Inspired by Sue Grafton's alphabetical series.
"No, that's all right. I don't have to go. You guys have a good time."
"Oh, come on, Roger! You can't sit at home on my birthday!"
He was right. Bobby Yeager had been my best friend since college, which seemed like way too many years ago and there was no way that I was going to get away with sitting at home on his 24
th
birthday. The problem: Bobby's lover, Gerald was in town for the festivities and our other friends, Reggie and Carsen were an occasional couple. That left me, the dreaded fifth wheel. Never heard of a fifth wheel? The fifth wheel is the poor, sad person that's left without a date. The fifth wheel was me.
"I'll be your date!" I heard Gerald's voice in the background and laughter followed.
"Tell Gerald that I wouldn't have any chrome left on my trailer hitch if I dated him." Bobby relayed my retort and the laughter was louder.
"He said to tell you that he's your designated trailer bitch tonight." Bobby snickered over Ma Bell. "Now get dressed, grab a couple of bottles and get your tight ass over here!"
"All right. I'm coming."
"Not without me!!"
I had already taken a shower so I raided my closet for a satisfactory outfit for Bobby. I didn't have too much to worry about because he had always maintained that I was a gay man who was still in the closet. I would walk into a mall and get a major hard-on. Hugo Boss was my favorite, followed closely by Armani but I selected a Tommy Hilfiger shirt and Ralph Lauren jeans for Bobby. He always raved about how my ass looked in jeans and since it was his birthday, I'd give him a little visual present.
I grabbed his present on the way out, stopped by the corner store for a case of cold asti spumante and headed over to Bobby's apartment. Gerald answered the door, his curly blond hair spilling over his face. He smiled brilliantly at me.
"Roger's here!"
A cheer went up inside and Carsen and Reggie grabbed my arms, ushering me into Bobby's abode. I accepted cheek kisses from all and asked Reggie to grab the case of booze from my car while I went to see Bobby. They had him sitting on a bar stool in the kitchen, a dunce cap on his head. He gave me one of his patented grins and hugged me tightly, kissing my ear.
"Took you long enough to get here."
"I had to pick out my clothes."
He threw his head back with a loud laugh. "You are so gay, Roger, but I love you any way!"
That was our private joke. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him until he squealed. "Happy birthday, bitch." I put my present in his hand.
"Thanks." He smiled at me, holding my hand as Gerald and Reggie breezed into the kitchen with the booze.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Pop those corks!"
Needless to say, we were all zonked when we headed out to the club. Out of twelve bottles, we had five left. Carsen broke into uncontrollable giggles as he proclaimed that there was 'one for each of us' and Bobby said that he hoped there was more than one. Gerald called a cab and we headed over to Siren to dance our asses off.
Siren was blazing when we arrived. The cab deposited us at the entrance awning and we were waved in by Carsen's brother, Conrad, the owner of the club. Conrad had arranged for us to have a private booth near the dance floor and bought the first round of drinks, although none of us needed any more. Techno pounded the club and I let Carsen, then Reggie pull me onto the floor, dancing like a madman. Bobby, however, proved that he was the man of the hour, by stripping to his Calvin Klein undies and parading around the dance floor. The four of us decided that it was time to take the baby home.
The cab ride back was silent as everyone was trying to catch a few winks. I surveyed the group, my heart full. Of course, Bobby was first, my greatest friend. He was nearly as tall as me at 5' 11" with wavy brown hair and green eyes. Gerald had been his boyfriend for two years and had black hair and blue eyes. Reggie was the minority of the gang with his semi-sweet chocolate skin and dark eyes and Carsen was his mirror, blond-haired and blue-eyed. Reggie was the building super at the first apartment that Bobby and I shared six years ago and had remained a friend and Gerald and Carsen had been incorporated into our merry clan. Carsen was a late-comer but he fit right in.
"Come on, guys! We're home!"
I was really happy that the cabbie was patient while I helped my inebriated partners out. I gave him a fifty dollar bill. Or maybe it was a hundred. I wasn't sure. I was having a difficult time focusing. It didn't matter anyway. It was Bobby's birthday.
"Present time!" Gerald proclaimed, snapping a hat onto my head. I laughed and took the horn he gave me, tooting like I was insane. Reggie handed out glasses of asti and Bobby took his bar seat throne. Gerald handed him the first gift from Carsen. It was a coffee table book of Mapplethorpe's pictures. Everyone
oohed
and