I do a full body stretches to loosen up my muscles. Somehow I knew it was going to be a fun night so I figured I’d stretch just in case someone does something stupid but nothing’s new with that. It’s October and Halloween is around the corner, as is the full moon.
As I leave the locker room, Bob’s waiting just outside for me with a bag of my things. He said that he had a bit of a verbal confrontation with my coworker but Bob called my buddy from the NYPD and he came over to the apartment to oversee Bob grabbing some stuff….My buddy intentionally let it leak that I was his partner for a number of years before I got transferred to the Homicide Department.
As the night wore on, I swear people got crazier and crazier despite no full moon yet. It wasn’t the fact that people started dressing in costumes, it was their behavior. Most of the clubbers are regulars. I’ve gotten to know quite a few of them in the months that I was one of the bouncers but I became closest to my buddy Roderick.
Tonight was insane. A group of 5 military members tried to take out Rod because he’s a cross dresser. I love this guy to pieces. I said no way in hell that I’d let these military people bother my friend. They tried some crazy shit to get Rod out; they got to the point where he was lifted over their brainless skulls. The next thing I know, I have some 300 pound military guy trying to choke me out but an elbow to the gut followed by a fist to the nose got him to let me go. The short order cook (about a solid foot and a half taller than me) goes for his gun that he smuggled in but I knocked his ass out. He was out cold for a solid 3 minutes before I allowed Bob to call the EMT’s. The EMT’s know me and once they saw this bozo slowly coming to, they *tried* to stifle laughter. They checked him out to see if he was ok and he was. He said that he wanted to call the police to file a report against me. I said that there wasn’t any reason to call the police because I *AM* the police and that I was going to file a report against him for attempted assault on an officer. The guy pales and leaves Cielo with no need for an escort.
We closed at 3 am so we could clean up the club for the next big event in a few days. We worried about the bigger stuff: the trash, recycling, dirty panties, used condoms…you name it, we cleaned it up......wearing gloves! I made sure that the floors were well cleaned; first with a water and bleach mix followed by the normal floor cleaner and water.
By 4:30 am, I went home with Bob and his wife, Marla – she tends the bar. When we finally got to their place at 5, the first thing I do fall down face first onto the closest couch. I’m out in seconds. When I woke up at noon, I realized that I was SO tired, I didn’t even move an inch while asleep. I get up, head on over to the spare room and the attached bathroom to take a shower and become more human. I think I showered long enough to become a raisin. I brushed my teeth and hair, did minimal makeup, dressed and went into the kitchen to start cooking pancakes. One of our – Bob, Marla and I – traditions is who ever woke up first from a rough night got first dibs on the hot water then made chocolate chip pancakes and bacon.
I was still kinda tired from the previous night that I cut up the bacon to put in the pancake mix. After making about a million and a half pancakes, Bob and Marla wake up and sit at the table drooling over the stack of the bacon chocolate chip pancakes. They asked where the most important food is – the bacon – and I told them I ate it all. They weren’t too surprised at that since I’d done it before. They dig in, not suspecting the bacon inside the pancakes. Once they started eating, they found the mother load of all mother loads of bacon. I’m serious about bacon; I promise you that it’s its own food group and is the one thing that everyone should eat!
After we eat and clean up, I run back to the club to grab my badge and field weapon from the locker. Once armed with these items – pun intended – I head back to my coworker’s brother’s apartment to relax for the rest of the day and read a few books.
The following day, Sunday, I head to St Patrick’s Cathedral for mass. I see the military guy – the one who tried to choke me - walking in, crossing himself with the holy water and sitting down in one of the pews near me.
Once mass was over, I leave and heard someone calling out “Detective!” I turn to see who it is. It’s the military dude who tried to choke me. He said that he wanted to apologize for his behavior. I said that it’s not my job to forgive him and that he sure does need Jesus for that…thankfully he was in the right place to do that. I patted him on the shoulder and left.
As I was heading back to the apartment, I ran into A. He asked how I was and what I was up to. I told him – except for the bouncing part; I’m grateful that my scarf was covering the slight bruising that the bastard gave me on my neck. I asked him how he was doing. He said that he was good; he misses me but now understands why I left. He said that he still loves me – always will – but is now taking some time to be by himself and not rush into relationship. I nodded and wished him luck.
I jogged back to the apartment with a sense of renewal and that I, too, can take time to be by myself and heal from past relationships.
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