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2015 - Summer - Road Trip Entry

Rootin' Down The Highway - 9. Flight QF18

After some discussion of expectations and duties, Brett had accepted the position of band manager, just before we were called to board the big Boeing 747 jet. The crew was friendly and efficient getting us on board, after an on-time departure, I settled back to try and catch up on sleep. Brett wasn’t going to let me just doze off though, the man was all jumpy and had a myriad of questions.

“Hey, Buck?”

“Yeah, Brett?”

“Who’s picking us up when we land in Sydney?”

“Wayne’s wife is coming with their large ute.”

“Wayne’s wife?”

“Yeah.”

“Wayne’s married?”

“Yeah.”

“To a woman?”

“Yeah.”

“But he―”

“Yeah.”

“You mean she outsources sex?”

“Yeah.”

The return flight to Australia, from New York to Sydney, would take almost twenty-four hours with a stop in Los Angeles. We would also lose a day crossing the International Date Line, arriving in Oz two days after we left the US. My sleep postponed by my mate’s questions, I started reviewing the previous five weeks in my mind.

“Hey, Brett?”

“Yeah, Buck?”

“Did we just fuck the United Nations over the past few weeks?”

“What do you mean?”

“In South Florida we played with Laz from Cuba, and Hans from Austria. In Orlando, Donna from Puerto Rico nailed Dave; the rest of us had fun with the Brazilian twins. In Charleston it was Abbi, an American from Iowa, and a Mexican, Diego. Then Dave got royally fucked again in Atlanta by a big Haitian guy.”

“You’re right, mate! In Washington we played footy with those guys from Central America. On Tuesday night the two who took us home with them and gave us all hummers were from El Salvador. Then, after the performance at Rogo’s, we ended up with three Americans from three different states―Hawaii, Texas, and the District of Columbia.”

“We didn’t actually have sex with them, Brett. But the Furballs sure did, so I guess they count. They were sure loud enough.” By now I was smiling. It seemed as if we’d certainly gone rootin’ down the highway during our whirlwind tour.

“And when we were in New York, New York―I love saying that―Dave was plowed by the Canadian guy in the leather shop. That was pretty hot to watch; the rest of us all had boners. Then the Furballs had their fun with the Israeli bartender, and his Russian lover, while we ended up in bed with an Italian-American from Brooklyn.”

“Were you okay with that? I mean, Tony was hot, and I loved the fact we enjoyed him together. I thought you were into him so I went for it. I hope you didn’t mind.”

“Bloody fucking right I was into him. But if you hadn’t been with me, I’d probably not have come on to him.”

What the fuck? What the hell was going on here? Brett and I had been together almost every minute for over a month, and I was not looking forward to us being separated. We’d be in Perth in a few days. We both had our own places and our own friends. We’d discussed the possibility of all the guys relocating to Sydney, but that was up in the air. Dave needed to go back to New Zealand first and arrange to make the move to Australia permanent. Bloody hell! I wasn’t sure I wanted to go back to my place and sleep by myself. I’d gotten used to having Brett next to me when I went to sleep and when I woke up.

“Hey, Buck?”

“Yeah, Brett?”

“Wanna renew our membership in the mile high club?”

“I’m tired, babe. I will if you want to, but if you let me sleep for a bit, I have a great idea. Wake me up when we’re close to the International Date Line, we’ll fuck on the border. It’ll be something we can tell our kids about.” Our kids? What the fuck? Again!

“Bloody hell, never thought I’d see the day.”

“What day is that, Brett?”

“The day that Buck would pass up a fuck!”

C. A. Hazday
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Cole Matthews

That certainly brought back memories of when I was in my twenties! I especially liked the beginning in Miami and then Orlando at the Parliament House. It was exactly as you described it 25 years ago so I guess things haven't changed much. It was in the process of being renovated then too! haha!
i also loved the characterization of the band guys. I have had lots of musicians as customers over the years and they are notorious when it comes to fooling around. I thought that was quite well done.
It was also classic Americana for them to travel up the Eastern seaboard in a motor home. For Aussies, it was an amusing play on the theme. Though of course bands traveling in a van is almost a cliche. Using the RV was a nice fresh original touch. Great job, Carlos!

Carlos Hazday
On 06/12/2015 08:46 AM, Cole Matthews said:

That certainly brought back memories of when I was in my twenties! I especially liked the beginning in Miami and then Orlando at the Parliament House. It was exactly as you described it 25 years ago so I guess things haven't changed much. It was in the process of being renovated then too! haha!

i also loved the characterization of the band guys. I have had lots of musicians as customers over the years and they are notorious when it comes to fooling around. I thought that was quite well done.

It was also classic Americana for them to travel up the Eastern seaboard in a motor home. For Aussies, it was an amusing play on the theme. Though of course bands traveling in a van is almost a cliche. Using the RV was a nice fresh original touch. Great job, Carlos!

Thanks Cole. My motorcycle club stays at P-House during the trip up state for Daytona Bike Week every year. I've not made the trip with them in a few years, but I doubt much has changed.

 

Most Aussie gay men I've met are randy bastards, and the musicians I've dealt with are just party animals. It was an easy connection. The Road Trip theme also gave me a chance to do a crossover with characters from my other stories and that was fun.

 

Thanks again, bud.

comicfan

Carlos,
Can't say I know parts of the story, because I've never been there. I only have traveled as far as south by car to DC. Florida I've flown down to and then only to Orlando. So the descriptions by the band are all I have to go on. The band gives us an interesting view of USA as they go from place to place. Most of the places described I haven't heard of and was googling as I went along. Seems I got an education as I went along.This was certainly a road trip to remember.
Wayne

Carlos Hazday
On 06/12/2015 01:15 PM, comicfan said:

Carlos,

Can't say I know parts of the story, because I've never been there. I only have traveled as far as south by car to DC. Florida I've flown down to and then only to Orlando. So the descriptions by the band are all I have to go on. The band gives us an interesting view of USA as they go from place to place. Most of the places described I haven't heard of and was googling as I went along. Seems I got an education as I went along.This was certainly a road trip to remember.

Wayne

Hey, Wayne...

 

Thanks for the review, buddy. You should be happy to hear the Furballs were initially created as part of a response to one of your prompts, so you get some credit.

 

The Atlantic Seaboard drive is pure Americana as far as I'm concerned. Countless snowbirds make it every year, and many of us Floridians did it often enough when we attended college in the northeast.

 

Rootin' was more about the wildness of a bunch of horny Aussies than anything else, the touristy stuff was secondary. Even so, maybe it'll spark interest in some readers to visit some of those places.

Carlos Hazday
On 06/14/2015 09:09 PM, aditus said:

Well, they obviously had a lot of fun. I had too. I can't say anything about how well you described Miami, or Orlando or the other places you mentioned, I guess I need to do some more traveling.

Oh - third!

LMFAO!

 

Third eh? Well to me, third is just as important as first. Thank you.

 

Like I told Wayne, the touristy stuff was not the most important part of the story for me, I wanted to focus on sex and drugs and rock 'n' roll. Avoided the drugs on purpose so that left the other two. The sex was up front, the rock 'n' roll was subtle. See how many song titles you find hidden in the narration or dialogue! :D

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