Saturday, September 30, 2006

Auf dem Sprung

Wir sind gerade auf dem Sprung zur abendlichen Feier.

Greg hatte mich etwas aufgeklärt was nach dem Karussel noch geschehen ist - allerdings konnte er sich nicht mehr an alles erinnern.

Einst ist jedoch sicher, ich sollte heute wohl den Finger von Alkohol lassen. Irgendwie fühl ich mich noch nicht so ganz auf dem Damm. Greg hatte beim Kaffee die ganze Zeit Lachflashs gehabt - mein Hemd hat ihm wohl gefallen. Naja ich hab es heute zum ersten Mal getragen ...

Meine Schwester Rachel musste auch immer mitkichern und besonders als sie die blauen Flecke gesehen hat. Fand ich persönlich nicht lustig - schließlich will man sich ja wohl erinnern könnnen woher die überhaupt stammen.

Beim umziehen gerade ist mir noch eine Tüte mit Klebstoff in die Hände gefallen - stimmt Gregs Behauptung doch, dass wir noch geschnüffelt haben? Ich hab so etwas noch nie getan ...

Nun mal sehen wie es heute Abend wird - Greg müsste auch gleich fertig sein. Er wollte sich noch in Schale werfen ... ah da hör ich ihn gerade die Treppe runter kommen - und er pfeift dabei.

So dann will ich auch mal Schluß machen.

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Edit: Greg sieht verdammt gut aus mit dem Smoking - und rasiert ist er auch. Wir haben uns grad nur angestarrt - ihr solltet ihn wirklich sehen!

Der Tag danach

Guten Morgen,

ja ich bin erst jetzt wirklich aufgestanden und sitze nun an Gregs Laptop in der Küche - er duscht gerade.

Ganz ehrlich möchte ich sagen - ich bin kaputt. Was für ein Tag bei meinem Neffen soll das wohl heute werden. Aber schließlich macht man ja eigentlich auch kein Trinkgelage ...

Gut wie war das gestern...den halben Tag waren wir bei meiner Schwestern und ich habe ihr noch ein wenig geholfen.Greg hat sich die meiste Zeit am Rechner meiner Schwester vergnügt und irgendwelche Bildbearteigungsprogramme getestet - Freak.

Angedacht hatten wir ja 1! Flasche Lagavulin zu kaufen ...nun aus einer Flasche wurden dann doch zwei ... vom Guinness mal zu schweigen. Aber ich greife voraus...

Meine Eltern hatten uns gestern noch bei meiner Schwester eröffnet, dass sie die Nacht im Hause meiner Schwester verbringen werden, da diese "anscheinend" Hilfe brauchte. Kein Kommentar dazu ...

Greg hatte mich nur vielsagend angeschaut bei den Worten meiner Mutter und auf einen nahestehende Flasche Gin gedeutet.

Ich nahm also dann das Auto meiner Mutter und unterwegs kauften wir noch die besagte Flasche Lagavulin - allerdings meinte Greg dann noch: "Also die wird nicht reichen, um mich unter den Tisch zu trinken, Jim." Ich blickte ihn nur an - griff ins Regal und stellte noch eine dazu. Ein Grinsen breitete sich auf Gregs Gesicht aus.

Ich konnte mir ein Schmunzeln nicht verkneifen. Wieder im Auto meinte Greg zu mir "Du James ... ich glaub ich werde krank." Ich schaute ihn fragend an "Wieso?" "Naja mir wird immer mal so schummrig, ich hab ein flaues Gefühl im Magen und meine Beine sind zittrig!" Das Lenkrad fest umklammert meinte ich nur "Das ist nicht komisch, Greg" und starrt auf die Fahrbahn... er machte mal wieder seine Späßchen mit mir. "Nein ehrlich, James. Kannst du mich nicht untersuchen nachher?" und klimperte mir zu.

"Untersuch dich doch selber - Dr. House!" war meine knappe Antwort. Dafür erntete ich nur ein Schmunzeln ...

Zu Hause bei meinen Eltern angekommen schaute Greg sich forschend um. "Was suchst du?" Er wandte sich gen Wohnzimmer "Ah da ist sie ja!" Neugierig was er meinte ging ich hinterher "Hm?" "Na die Anlage. Mal sehen was deine Eltern für Musik haben, schließlich haben wir ja sturmfreie Bude." Ein breites Grinsen folgte diesen Worten.

"Na such du mal schön. Ich zieh mir was bequemeres an." Ich war mich gerade oben am umziehen, als die ersten Töne von "Boondock Saints" erklangen. Grinsend zog ich mir gerade ein anderes Hemd an, als Greg die Tür öffnete. "Genehm die Musik?" und reichte mir das erste Pint. "Klar!" antwortete ich und nahm einen Schluck.

"Sollen wir runter gehen?" wollte ich wissen. "Jetzt bin ich grad nach oben gekeucht, um die das Bier zu bringen! Hab Einsicht mit einem armen Krüppel." Ich zog bei den Worten nur die Augenbrauen hoch. "Na gut dann hol ich den Single Malt mal nach oben. Mach es dir schon mal bequem." "Oh! Soll ich das kleine Schwarze anziehen?" meinte Greg zwinkernd. "Mach was du willst, Hasi", antwortete ich lachend und ging nach unten, um die Flasche zu holen.

Als ich wieder nach oben kam wäre mir die Flasche dann fast aus der Hand gefallen. Greg lag mit einer schwarzen Boxershorts bekleidet quer über das Bett, hatte sich eine Blume aus der Vase geschnappt und sie zwischen die Zähne geschoben (leider habe ich kein Beweisfoto machen können) - "Scherzkeks" war meine leicht gepresste Antwort und warf ihm eine Trainingshose zu. "Gefall ich dir nicht?" kam die halb erstickte Antwort von unter der Hose her, die natürlich genau auf seinem Gesicht gelandet war.

Ich betrachtet mir Greg und meinte dann trocken "Klar doch, Honey! Allerdings komm ich mir dann so overdressed vor" und nahm einen tiefen Schluck von meinem Guinness. "Nun dann lass uns doch ne Pyjamaparty machen" meinte Greg grinsend und spielte mit der Blume in seiner Hand rum. "Ähm ... eine Pyjamaparty impliziert aber Pyjamas und nicht Shorts." Greg schaute mich groß an ... "Ja und wenn ich nur in Shorts schlafen würde?"
Ich räusperte mich und meinte nur "Auch wieder wahr. Allerdings ist mir jetzt nicht danach. Aber wenn du willst, bitte dann bleib so" sagte ich schmunzelnd. "Spielverderber!" maulte Greg.

Er drehte sich zum Nachtisch um, um sein Pint zu holen und stöhnte dabei auf. Erschrocken blickte ich ihn an "Hast du dir wehgetan?" Greg winkte ab "Nur der Rücken - zieht vom Knie hoch. Stütz du dich mal auf den Stock die ganze Zeit."
Gut dachte ich mir ... fair ist nur fair. "Also dann dreh dich gleich mal auf den Bauch. Heute massier ich dich!" "Das klingt ja gut", meinte Greg und drehte sich willig auf den Bauch. Ich ging noch ins Bad und holte eine Creme.

Ich begann die Massage also am LWS Bereich und weitete sie dann nach oben hin aus. Greg lag wohlig seufzend unter mir. So ging das eine ganze Weile (ca. 45 Minuten und 2 Pint später) - "So also jetzt streiken meine Hände" meinte ich und rieb mir die Handinnenfläche. Greg schaute leicht verknittert zu mir hoch "Och schon vorbei?" und schob die Unterlippe leicht vor. "Ja schon vorbei" und gab ihm einen Klaps auf den Hintern. "Hey, kommt jetzt die Ganzkörpermassage" raunte mir Greg ins Ohr. Ich stockte leicht und blickte ihn an "Nein Baby, du ziehst dich jetzt an und wir gehen runter und köpfen die Flasche Lagavulin." Greg grinste und folgte dieses Mal ohne zu murren.

Ich ging derweil runter und legte neue Musik auf, schenkte uns die Whiskygläser voll, machte 1-2 Kerzen an und setzte mich entspannt aufs Sofa. Greg kam runter und setzte sich zu mir - wir hatten beide die Beine auf dem Tisch, starrten entspannt vor uns hin. "James?" "Hmm?" "Wer ist "jemand"? kam es grinsend rüber. Ich nippte an meinem Glas und schwieg. "Och koooooomm schon Jimmyyy" meinte Greg lächelnd "Mir kannst du es doch sagen!" (Augengeklimper). Ich wollte noch einen Schluck nehmen und stellte fest, dass das Glas schon leer war. Somit schenkte ich mir und Greg noch was ein und schwieg weiter. "Du bist gemein. Sooooo schlimm kann es doch gar nicht sein. Es handelt sich ja nicht um Chase". Ich verschluckte mich an meinem Drink und musste kräftig husten. Greg schaute mich geschockt an "Es handelt sich doch nicht um Chase! Oder?"
Hustend konterte ich "Spinnst du ... " Beruhigt lehnte sich Greg im Sofa zurück "Gut! Weil etwas Geschmack traue ich dir schon zu."

"Wie gnädig" meinte ich und musste feststellen, dass das Glas schon wieder leer war. Eine angenehme Wärme breitete sich aus in mir. Greg grinste schon leicht und meinte dann "Sollen wir ne Partie Schach spielen?" Ich schaute hoch "Schach? Jetzt?" ... wir landeten bei UNO und nach einer 3/4 Flasche Lagavulin später lagen wir nur noch lachend auf dem Boden und machten Pantomiemespiele.

Wozu Drogen fähig sind ... Mit der letzten Flasche und dem Rest der anderen bewaffnet, schwankten wir lachend die Treppe hoch. (Greg kann wirklich schwer sein) Oben im Zimmer machten wir es uns auf dem Bett gemütlich - welches aber schon leicht wie ein Karussel anmutete und genehmigten uns noch so ein paar Gläser.

Übrigens hört dann mein Erinnerungsvermögen auf - ich bin vorher nur ziemlich verdreht im Bett aufgewacht, nur mit meiner Short bekleidet. Anscheinend haben wir doch noch Poker gespielt oder so ...

Vielleicht weiß Greg noch was passiert ist ...

Friday, September 29, 2006

What a day sequel ...

Of course there was no drug abuse that evening - okay not a very excessive one! I don't want to talk about Greg's consumption of Vicodin...

To avoid any speculations, here the facts what happened next:

After having diner with my parents who went to bed extremly fast (they might have been tired), Greg and I just curled up. The fridge was filled with Guinness and we helped ourselves - Greg has noticed the piano in the meantime and wanted to play something on it. When he started playing the first tones I looked at him perplexed, held on to my pint and starred at him while he was playing the melody - what a wonderful piece of music ...

While sitting there on the sofa I noticed the starting relaxation. Greg stopped playing on the piano and looked around the living room, preparing to make himself comfortable. I sighed and told him that I rather would like to go upstairs, watching TV in bed. He gave me a smirk and accepted my proposal. So we went upstairs, not without taking some more beer with us.

When we reached the room Greg was rummaging in his suitcase, mumbling something like "Where is my pyjama?". I thought that this might be a good idea and just wanted to go in the small adjoining room to change my clothes as well when he turned around and smiled "Afraid that I might see through your shorts?" I blushed and shook my head "Don't be silly!" I respond and started to change my clothes. Greg also 'hoped' into his pyjama and said "You can leave off the top" I spun around my head, looking at him a bit bewildered "What? Why?!" He made a gesture with his fingers "Massageeee?" he asked me in a slightly amused manner.

I surely looked puzzled "Ehm...."
He smiled. "Fine, so if you don't want to have some - I am your vicitim..."
I swallowed "Yeah ...ok fine ...thanks", I respond in an absent-minded way and pointed at his pyjama "Is it a new one?"
Greg was nodding shortly "Yep. As the other one lost his bottoms in mysterious ways the last time you stayed with me - I had to buy a new one."
I looked on the floor, cleared my throat, decided to say nothing and then laid down. Gregory switched on the TV and zapped through the programs until he found the music channel with a Katie Melua concert "Perfect!"

He sat down on the bed and asked me "Okay, back or head?" I pointed at my back "My shoulder blades and my back hurt like hell" Greg started kneading my shoulders and casually mentioned my yesterday's blog entry "Tz tz, too bad with your date. Do you still think I wasn't ernest about it?"

I wasn't sure whether I should grunt angrily or give comforting sighs due to the massage so a weird sound slipped of my mouth "Of course I think you meant what you said. But your evening was apparently fine as well ..." I mumbled through gritted teeth.
"Weeeeell", he started "Allenby and you had something in common yesterday evening - you both weren't able to satisfy your dick!"
"Greg!!! You asshole! I didn't want to satisfy my dick - as you call it!" with these words I automatically tensed up.
"C'mon you will cock up my massage if you tense up" he replied. "But let me see, how could this idea arise: you are not satisfied in your marriage, not dating and there is that mysterious 'someone' ... No of course you really didn't want to have sex..." he said in his typical ironical voice.
"I really didn't want to have it!", I snarled. .
"Yeah of course", he answered in a girlish way and then stuck his thump hard in my tensed shoulder muscles "You just wanted to distract yourself from that 'someone' ..."
"Greg, stop peppering me with those questions", I responded nearly pleadingly - and I hated my for that sound.

"I don't do that. I only have mentioned that person ... casually. It might occur that you will mention the name of this person ..."
I gave a short humourless laugh "Whether you believe it or not I've mentioned the name quite often in your presence."
Greg sighed "This doesn't help me as long as I don't know which name you mean."
"Well, that name", I giggled. "And don't complain, I've read how wonderful your evening with Dr. Allenby was. Good tea, good food, nice talks and a gentle kiss on the lump you have on your forehead." This caused Greg to hit my head softly.
"Ouch! You know that my head aches!", I said disgustedly.
"Paaaaaah, headache...It can't hurt that much if it is still capable forming such sick sentences!"
"But it does! And the shoulder blade as well!", I muttered.
"Well, fine", I heared Greg suddenly saying with a softer voice "If you found it that funny what Allenby has done - please!"
With those words I suddenly felt one of his arms under my belly, and the other hand on my shoulder - I swallowed hard - what was that? Suddenly I felt his breath on my shoulder blade and a soft kiss. I could feel goose bumps running over my back and I heared myself gasping.
"That's what Allenby's mom does!", Greg said in a stiff tone.
"You are ... im-possible!" I said through gritted teeth.
"C'mon", he said and I could hear the grin on his face. "Turn around and I will ease the pain on your forehead. But before that I will get us some more beer!"
I remained lying on my stomach, controlling my breath and heared him say "Quick! Turn around."
"I won't turn around now!" I mumbled in the cushion - silence and then I could here him walking down the steps.

I thought about what just happened and could only shook my head in disbelief. Sometimes it is hard for me to understand his mood. He normally isn't that close guy, only sometimes when we are alone he was acting like that - making me feel like a fool.

So I finally turned around and sat on the bed, starring on the TV and think about our screwed-up friendship, that was when Greg came back with another pair of Guinness in his hand.
Greg hobbled to the night table, gave me my Guinness, placed his cane on the floor and sat down on the bed and made himself comfortable. I could only look at him, he really looked sweet in the new pyjama. He turned his head with an asking expression on his face but he didn't speak nor did I. The mere thing I could do was looking in his amazing blue eyes ... the exchange of glances lasted about some minutes - I only knew that it was for a complete Katie Melua song.

After the song ended, Greg blinked and said "You know Jim, I love to look in your eyes ... but where is the damn scotch? Or don't you have any?" I couldn't resist giving him an amused looked "You are really serious, aren't you?" "Of course, I am" he said and shrugged his shoulders.

I got up with a laugh, went to the bookshelf and opened the hidden 'bar' - with a single malt whiskey I turned around grinning "Is that also okay?" Greg swallowed dryly, starred me in the eyes „Aye!“

I thought "Why not?" ...and poured us two glasses, then returned to the bed.

Katie Melua was currently playing „Shy Boy“ – and I closed my eyes, enjoyed the taste of the whiskey on my tongue and thought about the fact that the massage was really awesome - as I suddenly noticed that my bedside became heavier and before I could open my eyes I felt Gregs lips on my forehead, kissing it softly.

I opened my eyes and found myself looking in searching blue ones "Asshole" I whispered. "Hey, I only wanted to take away your pain! That is what Allenby's mom always does - as you might remeber" he muttered with a devilish smile on his face. I jumped out of the bed "Damn, Greg, I don't kiss your leg either!" I was shouting.

„Why not?“ here asked me with an innocent smile. This made me speechless - and I could only stare at him with an open mouth. "Calm down Jim! I was only kidding! C'mon have another drink - and relax!" he said with his don't-act-so-silly tone.
„You can talk. It wasn't you being kissed!“ „I did not kiss you - and as you might remember Allenby gave me the same treatment. And I only say - ALLENBY!" with these words he looked at me with a bit pissed up expression on his face "This was now your punishment because you haven't accompanied me.“
I sighed, combed with my finger through my hair. "Here, your drink" Greg murmured and pointed at my glass.

"This was NOT funny, Greg!" I answered still a bit taken aback and took my glass, which I then emptied promptly. The only answer was a deep look and another filled glass.

What a day ...

I'm feeling knocked out ... what is no wonder after yesterday. I slept very long that day and had to take a shower at first. But I first went to the kitchen - where sat Greg sitting in front of his laptop and having his good morning coffee. He was tiping busy as a a bee and only turned 'round giving me a smile "Hi, sleepy head!" – I grunted and went to the bathroom for having a shower.

Well, what happend yesterday ...I had a damn head ache the whole day and a House around me with an extremely good mood. I left the PPTH on schedule, rushed home, grabbed my already packed suitcase and drove to Greg. On my way to Greg I stopped at Starbucks and buyed two coffees. I drunk my coffee on the way and when I reached his place I was surprised that he was already ready to leave. Gregory waited for me in the hall - joyfully smiling (which is a paradoxon - and I suspected something bad). Always when he is in good mood, this normally means a disaster for other persons.

I shouldn't be mistaken ... 30 miles to the airport - I can tell, they can really be hell! Imagine a House always whining "Are we theeeereee? Are we theeeereeee?!" – I breathed deeply several times and counted to 1000. Perhaps I would have loughed about it if my head hadn't hurt that much. At the airport the same story "I have to go pee!" The people already gave us some weird looks - I just pretended not to hear him (sometimes the best thing you can do) - my head was pounding. We finally managed all the controls and were on the way to the airplane when Gregory suddenly said „Oops! Damn! I've forgotten my dinner jacket!"

My steps froze in the middle of the air „That is not your truth, is it?!" was the only thing I could tell (what a day). Greg looked at me like a puppy dog and gave a shrug (I really could kill him some times) "Greg, I don't give a fuck! So you have to buy one then tomorrow!"Behind us an man suffering adipositas was nugging ... this made Greg smile and he just walked on. Has he really got me again this time? I gave him an enquiring look "You haven't forgotten, have you?" – he shook his head, I gave a sigh.

The front seats in the plane were, unfortunately, already occupied by a lady with her son, but the seats behind them were still empty. "I suppose you would like to sit at the window?" I asked House as I've seen that they would give him more space for his legs than the seats at the corridor. "I don't mind, perhaps they will show some porns during the flight, then I won't look out the window anyway..." he answered dryly.

The woman in front looked over hear should with an angry expression - my patience was nearly lost "Just sit at the window, Greg! I dare say they will show any movies during a one and a half hour flight!" Unnerved I prodded his back (I just wanted to sit down as the man behind me hit me with his elbows in the kidneys all the time). "Hey!", he grunted - "I am handicapped, you can't do that to me!" – as I would have intended throwing him down the stairs ...I closed my eyes "Sit down!" I could only answer with gritted teeth. My head was killing me!

The faint smile on his face I had surely seen before he made himself comfortable in his seat. Thank God I could take a seat as well! The child was unbelievably annoying and I was on the verge of losing my patience. He always hopped on his seat and threw bits of his tissue at Greg. At least he spared me... Greg became more and more angry and somehow I found that very pleasing. Suddenly Greg gripped the boys' chin "One more time and you will have your meals with a straw for the next few days!" - oh yes he can be very convincing our smart Dr. House. The childs' mother reacted promptly and shouted at Greg "Unbelievalbe! How can you speak with my honey like that???" - You can imagine that Gregs' comment was very "polite" - I could only gave him a side glance and thought "Thanks" - at last there was peace!

I closed my eyes and somewhen I felt Gregs' head sinking on my shoulder - he peacefully fallen asleep. I took the opportunity to take a Novalgin, which I swallowed underhand as a I really could have done without a mordant comment from Gregs' part. Afterwards I leant back and noticed the note of a new shower gel - he was smelling of cedarwood. I took a deep breath and then felt asleep as well - finally the medicine seemed to work.

About half an hour later I awoke from my nip and noticed that the head aches weren't that strong anymore ... I checked the display - we were close to arrive at Montréal. I woke Greg gently up, who was having his head on my shoulder.

After the whole procedure at the airport my parents welcomed us in a typical manner of my Mom "Jimmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! Heeere we are!!!" – she was waving at us with a joyous smile - right across the arrival hall. Why do you always feel like an eight year old boy at that times? A hearty mother-like embracing and a stout-hearted handshake of my stepfather later ... "Dr. House, I am so glad you could come as well! Isn't it time after all those years to use our first names? You can call me Ruth!"Typically Mom ... Greg seemed to be a bit shyly at first but then grinned "Fine, I'm Gregory." My mom laughed and waved aside "I know that already!" I waited tensly how my stepfather would react ... a short nod and a free and easy "Nathan" was all - hmm, he really seems to like Greg. But that wasn't a surprise for me - however it isn't that easy to look behind Nathans' facade. He sometimes was even more crabby than House was - and this means a lot!

When we finally reached the car, I leant back and stared out the window - Montreal hasn't changed. My mom suddenly asked "And? How was your dinner a few days ago?" I could not avoid becoming red ...My head suddenly started to hurt again and I only said "Yeah...well...fine." A short „Aha?" and a critical glance followed by the words "Haven't you invited Greg for dinner for some special reason?" I stared out of the window and nervously played with the Novalgin in my pocket "Ehm...yes...right. I ...ehm...just wanted to celebrate the 10th anniversary of our friendship ..." – why did she have to ask that?"Ah okay, that's what you wanted to do..." – I sank deeper in my seat and watched the houses passing by. Today really wasn't my day...I marginally noticed a snide tone from Nathan and he muttered grimly: "I bet he has no idea when you have met!" (with „he" he meant Greg)"Of course I have", was the prompt answer coming from Greg - "On the 23rd September, 1996."
I leant my head against the cooling window pane and decided to say nothing at all.

Hardly at home my mom guided us upstairs, I was just wondering why she didn't show Greg the guest room. "Hmm... I'm so sorry but we are currently renovating the guest room. You two will have to sleep here." This couldn't be true - she hasn't mentioned that before. I was a bit pissed ...„Mom!" was the only word I could say ..."Don't tell that the large bed is too small for you" Greg asked me with devilish smile and looked about the room. I gave a shrug - Oh well this wouldn't be the first time Greg and I shared a bed - as we've already had to on our trip to Point Pleasant with some friends of ours...

I capitulated and sighed "No, no it's fine. I just wasn't prepared!" My mom gave us a smile "Make yourselves comfortable, dinner will be at eight" - quietly she closed the door. I let myself fall upon the bed with a huge sigh and starred at the ceiling - the day was nearly killing me.

Gregory glanced at me "Okay, what is the matter with you?!"„Today is a really fuckin' day, Greg!" I pulled the Novalgin out of my pocket and took another pill. This caused Greg to raise an eyebrow "Oh, you'd like to have a drug party?! Okay, I don't know how your partens will react - but hey - let us blow our minds away!" with these words he pulled out his Vicodin and set beside me. „Do you have Scotch here?" he searched the room with his eyes. I couldn't help but to laugh.

Greg looked at me severly and than started to laugh as well. The imagination of us, drunk, stoned and lying on the bed in my partens' house was too hilarious.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Got me...



The station nurse got me there ... I think you can see that I am having a damn head aching.

Perhaps I'll take another pill. Might be I can write in Montréal as well...

Gedanken

Meine Gedanken kreisen und kreisen in meinem Kopf, ich habe schon Kopfschmerzen davon.

Der Abend mit der Smiling-Lady (den Namen will ich nicht nennen) war wirklich sehr ... hmm... nett.

Ich fuhr direkt von der Arbeit aus in die Cocktail-Bar. Sie tauchte um kurz nach 20h dann auf, schön gestylt aber nicht overdressed. Leider bekam ich von ihrem doch sehr fraulichen Parfum leichte Kopfschmerzen - naja, ich mag eben doch lieber die herberen Düfte.

Bei einem Martini begannen wir den Abend, setzten ihn fort mit einem Planter's Punch und dann noch einem und unterhielten uns wirklich sehr gut. Wir fanden heraus, dass wir beide den Film "Hinter dem Horizont" sehr mochten. Desweiteren haben wir noch etwas gemeinsam ... peinliche Freunde.

Gegen 22h, nach dem zweiten Planter's Punch und mitten im ersten Tequila Sunrise, kam eine junge, sehr attraktive blondhaarige Frau in die Cocktail-Bar. Ihr Blick wanderte durch den Raum, bis er an uns haften blieb. Ich konnte das so gut sehen, da ich mit dem Gesicht zur Tür saß und in dem Moment herzhaft über eine Bemerkung von Ms. Smiling lachen musste.

Die Blondine kam geradewegs auf uns zu und ich beugte mich zu meiner Begleiterin rüber und fragte "Erwarten Sie noch einen Gast?" Etwas unverständlich schaute sie mich an "Eigentlich nicht" und drehte sich um.

Was dann folgte will ich nicht näher beschreiben - sagen wir nur so, es war ein Streit unter Liebenden. Tja ja, schon richtig gelesen. Meine Begleiterin war bzw. ist lesbisch. Nicht, dass ich damit ein Problem habe - aber ein etwaiger netter Abschluß des Abends war somit ja auch gestorben.

Gut ich hätte eh nichts vorgehabt - aber nun gut.

Ich konnte das Mißverständnis übrigens bei der Freundin aus der Welt schaffen - dennoch war die Stimmung raus. Die beiden gingen dann auch schnell und da saß ich nun: alleine, mit meinen Gedanken.

Wieso fällt es einem nur manches Mal so schwierig zu seinen wahren Gefühlen zu stehen?

Ich trank meinen Tequila Sunrise eher lustlos aus und sehnte mich eher nach einem Pint ... zusammen mit Gregory.

Mißmutig schüttelte ich den Kopf als ich mich bei dem Gedankengang ertappte - ich verbrachte wirklich zu viel Zeit mit ihm. Ich wurde schon genauso eigenbrödlerisch wie er ...

Kurz überlegte ich nicht noch um die Häuser zu ziehen, aber die Tatsache, dass mir leicht beim aufstehen schwindelte und dass ich morgen noch ins Flugzeug steigen musste, machten mir meine Entscheidung einfach.

Ich bestellte ein Taxi und ließ mich nach Hause fahren. Zu Hause nahm ich mir noch ein Cider aus dem Kühlschrank, legte den Soundtrack vom "Piano" in den Player und verbrachte so noch ein paar Stunden auf dem Sofa - heute morgen bin ich dann aufgewacht.

Montreal / A bit mean

So that's my first entry into my online diary - why not. What made me open a blog? I really cannot say it - perhaps it is only the wish to, hm, become some new ideas that would help me making thinking much easier.

I will fly to Montréal in a few hours together with Gregory. United Airlines from Newark Liberty International Airport to Montreal - Pierre Elliott Trudeau Airport. A one and a half hour flight seemed to be much more preferable than a seven hour trip by car.

Not that I don't like driving but I would have been hell for Greg's knee and so for me as well. I am really anxious to how the weekend will be.

Let's see if he will fire questions at me concerning 'someone'. I met that 'someone' yesterday again (of course) - I really don't know how this will end. The beautiful patient I met during my clinic hours was really convenient for me and she was damn good looking as well. Her long brown hair was shining and her smile was very ... interesting.

Her invitation for having a drink should only give me a short time out. As I had no plans for this evening I just wanted to say 'Yes' when suddenly House entered my office (without knocking of course). "Sorry Lady, but this man already has an obligation!" was the first thing he said (typical). He even didn't know whether I'd planned something or not.

She looked questioning from one to another "Has he?" I thought about it, looked at Greg and bit my lower lip. Should I really have a date with her? On the one hand I knew that I wasn't interested in her but on the other an evening with nice company would do me good. So I answered "No, I am sure that this is not correct!" and turned around with a smile.

Greg was standing there speechless (oh wonder) but picked up courage quite fast, countering "We have a date with Dr. Allenby this evening!"Allenby and House - no I really wasn't eager for that couple that night. Of coures it is always amusing watching Greg annoying Allenby - but not this evening. "So we have to postpone that" - I really wouldn't be loss for Gregory if he won't met Allenby.Gregory starred at the floor with a perplex look, kept silent for a while then stamped his crank on the floor and finally looked in my eyes: "Okay. If you think so - fine."

He left the room not without slamming the door which made it clear to me that he was really pissed off. Damn there were pangs of consience again. With an excusing smile I turned around "Sorry, but he seemed to have slept not that well." Her smile was enchanting "Oh that happens from time to time. I mean if that date you have is important we can, of course, have a drink another time?"
"No, no - I think thats fine. Where shall we meet?" I smiled back and sat on my chair. My thoughts were returning to House, who really seemed pissed. I resolved to call Greg later and explain the situation a bit - but on the other hand he would then ask who the 'someone' is - and he can be very pushing with his questions.

"8 p.m.? In the new cocktail bar at the plaza?" I wrote that down with a faint smile. "I'm looking forward to it" I respond and we said good bye. Now it was time to explain to Greg why I've called off the date with Allenby. Stout-hearted I dialed his number. "Pick up" I muttered and thumped the desk. Damn, he didn't answer the phone - on purpos of course! I tried it again three times - but to no avail. He can be so pigheaded!

Okay - then the personal way. So I went to his office and opened the door. House ignored me assiduously and continued pretending to study a patient file (pah!). The silence went on for a while and I watched him the whole time with my hands on my hips. "Don't pretend working! I know that you are hiding a magazine in your file." He still kept silent and starred in the file - how stubborn he can be...
"Hey, I just need some distraction! This has always worked so far. Why not yet?" with a slight despair I combed with my fingers through my hair. Greg remained silent. Damn he really seemed to be pissed.
I thought about another matching date - but the next date would be in a week as we planned to fly away over the weekend.
"We...we can make a new date with Allenby for next week. You don't have to go there by yourself."Without looking up he answered casually "Oh, I will meet him this evening. He wants to cook something for me."
Greg will meet Allenby voluntarily and he will let him cook for him?! I suddenly had the sensation of being hit in the stomach. What nonsense! As it was me not having time.Gregory finally looked up at me with a smile.
"Really?" I was asking unbelievingly. Perhaps he was just kidding ...He nodded. "Really. Why not? I can take care of myself, he won't do me any harm, will he? " With those words he made a gesture which unmistakably complemented me out of the office. I couldn't do something else than just leaving and went back to my office.

Gregory was meeting Allenby ... Allenby - when you speak of the devil - he just ran into me. "Ah, Dr. Wilson!" he waved at me. "Dr. Allenby" I greeted.. "For a word,Dr. Wilson" he approached hastily. His face seemed to glow. "Ok, but I don't have much time. How can I help you?" with these words I entered my office, went to my chair and sat down. Allenby looked at me "Oh, did you have a hard day? Perhaps ...ehm...later?" he turned around hesitating.. "No it's okay. What's the matter? Is it your project?"He turned slightly pink and and fumbled with his tie. "Ehm, not really - more indirectly..."

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. I wanted to see what comes next - certainly something concerning Gregory, how he blushed.
"Dr. House will meet me tonight" he blurt out. "Yes" I nodded "I've already heared about it." "Oh, yes, of course, as your are unfortunately hindered." Unfortunately I thought ironically - as you would regret that. "Well and that's why I wanted to ask you... what his favorite food is" he looked at me with a purple head. My look was perhaps a bit stunned. "Why are you asking me that?" "Well you know him for so long and you are friends, and that is why I thought ..."

Many thoughts were meanwhile rushing through my brain, a lot of favorite dishes and also many dishes he didn't like ....With a smile I looked at Allenby "But of course I will help you, this evening shall be great...".
Ok - Greg loves Chinese food, hot and spicy - and Chili con Carne, meat well flavored accompanied with Guinness or a good red wine. "He loves vegetarian food and not too hot. Curry-ginger chicken is also a favorite of him and accompanied with a good Indian tea" was my answer. Greg hates vegetarian food and curry as well as ginger are not his favorite spices either.

The word "tea" let Allenby stop his writing down - "Tea? Are you sure?" he gave me a bewildered look. "Of course I am" I answered with a affirming nodd. Indeed Allenby has spent a weekend with us but he couldn't know everything, could he?! I sometimes think that I am spending too much time with Gregory ..."And for desert he likes...fruit salad". Allenby made a note and then looked at me. "Wow, I never expected that. He is really very surprising."
Yes - I thought with an inner grin - he is.

I checked the time and recognized I had to do something and Allenby also said good bye. The rest of the day was almost uneventful - okay I had some pangs of conscience - but well ...