As it was a new thing lost

Just had another bathhouse experience...

I went on this trip not expecting a sexcapade and it fell into my lap. Last night, I sang a song of my life. I told two individuals my struggles and strife. They listened. They grew anxious. They took a breath and bared their souls. I showed them the best part of my life. They soaked it in and never asked why I had a wife. We skipped through puddles deep. Dodging rain drops and the occasional sleet. My clothes were soaked to the bone. The taxi pulled up and stopped. I was not alone.

The taxi swerved and weaved with the traffic. I touched myself, scratching the everlasting itch. I drank the air and took in the switch. The cab stopped. I stepped out into the rain soaked air and twitched. I crawled sensually to the baths. Down the stairs into the steam soaked air. My heart raced my body to the finish line.

My foot entered the hot water and I grew alert. I touched their itch to scratch mine. I drowned myself in the steam soaked air. I didn't think it would ever be there. I felt and touched till everything that belonged to me. The moment. The skin. The water. The air. The instant.

I laid on the marble slab and drank more of the air. I took a sip of beer and a sip of moment.

And now I am awake from a dream that I lived. Refreshed. Energized. Anew.

Finding words so that I can speak

Well, well, well. I just came back from the bathhouse with two of my friends. Glorious. Best part is an employee (I guess that what he was) came in with a bucket and sponges. I think to myself what is about to happen?

I watched him scrub down one of my friends first. My first thought was baseball. Then I had to think about Roseanne Barr. Then Roseanne Arnold. I then puked into my mouth at the double dose of Roseanne. (Sorry Rosey if you read this...)

Then it was my turn... I was ready. No chub. Roseanne filtered eyes. I was set. I laid down on the marble bed and braced for impact. The scrub was rough; I think I lost a tattoo in the process, not quite sure. After that, the lather. Yum. Lather. That was a gentle slathering of bubbles. I have never been cleaned like that and probably will do again. And again. And again...

The day we first met

More from the zoo experience...

Me, Gia and Goga went to the bumper cars. That was a lot of fun. I spent most of the time driving backwards. For some strange reason when we started no one was bumping. What is the point of bumper cars if you don't bump? So I forced myself into others. It was fun till me and Goga teamed up on Gia and bumped him at the same time. That shorted the circuit and our time was cut short. I laughed the whole time as the park attendant yelled at us.

From there we went to a "Sniper" trailer. I was curious about it ever since we walked into the zoo. I walked in and saw an arsenal of weaponry on the wall. I thought to myself "Now this should be interesting." Apparently, you could choose what you wanted to play according to the gun. There were two types of pistols, two rifles, and three machine guns. I chose some futuristic machine gun you only see in movies. It felt like a real gun and I think it was. Only it shot BBs. Nonetheless it was a lot of fun to shoot a gun again. Holding that weapon made me miss the Marine Corps a little. Just enough to want to buy the assault rifle I was using. I still don't know what it is but I am glad I have pictures of it.

From there we roamed around Old Tbilisi (as it is called, not downtown). That was also the same day as the bathhouse adventure I had which is a story all in itself.