Today was the day that I promised my sister that I'll take her out, just to remind her how good the world is outside her caved up fucked up relationship with her husband. Sadly, she was in one of those states, unknown to men, which can only be described as 'monthly leakage', 'monthly visitor' or 'inverted volcanic eruption'. This day just happened to be her worst and this was the first ever time that she was even feeling impatient or angry for no reason just because she had her 'female' issues.
So, I just took her to a shop near my mom's place with butt load of cousins and aunts who all came with us. It turned out to be one big social event and it's been so long since the last time we all group up and had a feast. But then, my birthday present for her went to waste since she couldn't make it to the backstage freebie ticket to a punk rock concert.
I went to the concert, given that it's KP's band biggest second live concert. It may be because I haven't been in Burma for five years but the setting to this concert was ONE HELL OF A SURPRISE. The stage setting was as good as Nickelback's or Pink's. The design, the two big screens at the sides, the smoke, the laser guns and the lightings. This was one big fucking cool live show in Burma I've ever been to.
KP's band sang 40 songs live, a couple with the violin people. The crowd was insane. They were fully supporting him because they respect him. Now, I've seen Burmese crowds where the crowd thinks they're much more important than the singers and they'll just sit and watch. This crowd was different. They were one big fat orgy fest of crazy haired motherfuckers, either on pills or drugs, or even just sober and having shit load of fun. The audiences' response to KP's comments on stage was super. It was quite friendly and there wasn't any part of the show where the crowd stopped moving. It was just one of those shows you just feel happy for your friends and have goosebumps all over your body. I know I was never this popular and I don't really see myself on that stage one day anymore but knowing my friend had smashed it makes me equally happy and I was at the side of the stage smiling the whole three hours the concert took.
Burmese guys have the tedency to be very openly touchy with one another. You kinda find these in simple Burmese guys who don't really rely their whole lives on knowing what's right and wrong in the world. One of KP's friends was next to me during the concert. He's got this cute mole on his upper lip and I think 'moley' is the most appropriate name for him. Moley was just very touchy with me the whole night. Touched my hip while he put his arms around my waist, hugged me outta nowhere, put his arms around my shoulder and even backstage, he would put his legs leaned against mine or just be totally close to me when it comes to body contact.
Maybe I was still feeling a bit gay after the incident the night before with the cute boy at Sedona, who I have not yet named. Let's say Dimple. So, with the effect that Dimple had on me, I was feeling quite a bit 'open minded' when it comes to people in Burma. So, I kinda wandered off in thoughts thinking moley was somewhat curious. The good thing about him is the fact that he is quite attractive, has the best personality and is indeed a very helpful friend. He cracks jokes with me twice every fifteen minutes and we both are a huge fan of giggling our asses off, even without the marijuana.
I kinda just let that feeling slide at the afterparty when we sat quite apart and he didn't really approach me that much and given I made a lot of homosexual jokes about myself, I guess he wouldn't wanna be around someone that openly ok with his sexuality. It so happened that he was in the same car with me, when this dude offered to take us both home. Before he went off, he told me he would like to see me again and that he would ask KP when we're meeting up again so that he'll get to hang out with me. Now, isn't that just misleading? Damn cute straight people who are quite 'more than ok' with men-to-men body contact!!!!
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