Perfect night

Last night was just awesome, incredibly awesome and I'm not just talking about the bonfire and fireworks; I'm talking about the whole - the setting, my friends, the weather, just everything it was great. We went to (hang on a minute whilst I ask my baby) Brabyns Park in Marple, they were holding an organised bonfire and fireworks display - it's the first time I've been there and what a wonderful place. It's not far from where I live and I just had no idea it existed; admittedly it was kind of difficult to appreciate it fully at night but I can imagine us enjoying a nice Winters walk there through the day sometime, we'll be back.

We picked Rach up on the way and it was just so good to see her again; I always promise to get round to seeing her more often but, with work and everything else it's not been happening - I must try harder! Anyway I did thank her properly and in person for taking care of my baby when they went shopping together through the day; and yes I know I'm a big softie at heart but it does mean so much to know he's with someone like Rach when I'm not around. As we drove onwards to Marple I got told off, I started quizzing Rach asking her what my baby had bought me, he told me to stop or I wouldn't be getting anything - naughty me! Admittedly I was only fooling around and truth be told I think my baby was too, I don't think naughty boys get kisses from their boyfriend.

It cost £4.00 each to get into place and it was worth every penny; like I said in last nights post it's been years since I've been to a bonfire party and it just kind of brought all those memories of childhood back. It stayed mostly dry but man was it cold, seriously cold and despite us all being wrapped up we could still feel it; thankfully the bonfire offered some respite. It was huge, a mass of roaring flames and despite us being a distance away from it we could still feel the heat from it; the crackles and pops as the wood burnt down, the smoke billowing into the air and the reflection of the fire in my baby's eyes and lighting up his face. It was beautiful, to see the smile on his face illuminated by the fire was just like the most perfect photo - I gave him a cuddle and a kiss, it was the only thing I could do, it was the only thing I wanted to do. I guess Rach saw us because she said she was feeling left out so we had a group hug whilst my baby and I kissed her on each side of her face before we all collapsed in a fit of giggles and then it hit me. That moment just brought to mind everything about us - it was a moment of pure innocence, of nothing more than a group of close friends - two boyfriends and one of their best straight mates enjoying each others company; having fun for the sake of having fun, at ease with each other, being together because we wanted to be together and sharing for the sake of a common love. There was nothing more to it than that, there was no hidden agenda, nothing and it's a real difficult commodity to come by these days but we share it in bucket loads; like I said the most purest of emotions - it says a great deal about each of us as individuals but more importantly about us a unit.

One thing that has changed since childhood though is the fireworks - they were spectacular and much better than I remember from back in the day. We fully appreciated where the £4.00 entrance fee was spent, we stood together holding hands in a chain with my baby in the middle looking up to the heavens, eyes and mouths wide open marvelling at the action taking place above us. But the air bombs or whatever they were, dear me they were the loudest things we've ever heard in our lives; I mean you could feel the blast from them through the ground and feel them shaking through your body. I think they made us all jump, when the first one went I could feel my baby's hand grip mine tighter; I looked at him and he said that frightened me babes - he wasn't the only one, I held his hand real tight. Rach on the other hand appeared to be revelling in the blast zone taking place around us - I guess us gay-boys aren't as tough as we make out to be.

We dropped Rach off and headed back to a nice warm house all happy smiles and rosy cheeks; with the odour of a smoky bonfire heavy in our clothes, we showered and changed into something more comfortable. Before settling down together on the sofa, two glasses of Brandy rested on the coffee table, I was lay between my baby's legs, his arms were wrapped around me, it was the perfect end to perfect night.................