|Those halcyon days of youth.|
I spent more time than I should admit, carousing in those clubs, with Whitney and her contemporaries blaring in the background. I lived in the San Fernando Valley section of Los Angeles at the time, and there were several gay bars with dance floors in the area. I usually spent my time there, but on occasion, I would drive "over the hill," as we called it (I imagine they still do), into Hollywood. Or more accurately, West Hollywood, which hosted the really big nightclub scene.
|Studio One was the big dance club at the time.|
For the life of me, I don't recall in which of those clubs I met Rudy, but without a doubt, Whitney Huston was playing overhead. Rudy was (ahem) several years younger than I, and was only recently transplanted to the U.S. He had a pretty good grasp of English, considering he was from someplace in South America, but he was in dire need of someone to take care of him. I took him home the night we met, and not in the way you think, you deviants.
|According to Facebook,|
this is Rudy today.
His friends had left him behind, and I drove him back to the apartment he shared with another Latin friend.
|Rudy's bedroom: the couch.|
I have no idea what is perched on my head.
I was just too precious to live.
|Rudy became a bear.|
I became a hermit.
Believe me, there were some pretty dramatic moments during the brief time Rudy and I had our fling. One particularly scary night right out of Stephen King, this roommate got drunk and brandished a kitchen knife. All this drama was unsettling to me, to say the least, but Rudy and I would never have lasted anyway. The differences in our backgrounds were just too great, and I was still struggling with being completely open about my sexuality, so we didn't really stand a chance.
It's been many years since I thought about that torrid time of my life; the various tributes to Whitney Huston which have been running all week brought it all back to me.
|Sharing white zin in Santa Barbara.|
Yeah, I was that guy.
I am absolutely sure this was the song playing when we met, and is also the song to which we first danced. When I hear it now, I realize how prescient the lyrics were; I am taken back to Rudy, and to those young, sexually charged days of the 80s.