And It's Fun to Deceive When You Know You Can Leave
Since I just finished my op-ed and Katie already went shopping so I don't particularly need to hurry home (it's hot out there) to clean for the next twenty-four hours, I figured I'd write a bit about the interesting and bizarre week that was, well, this week.
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Monday Justin and Yasmin and I went to Fred 62s for dinner, where I proceeded to talk the entire time and finish only half of my sandwich and potato salad (but I got the whole milkshake down). I commented that I don't have friends that will just get plastered with me on random nights (or, really, ever) and Justin invited us to do just that at his place. We went and watched movies with him and his roommate John, a friend from college I haven't seen in years who has really grown quite interesting, teetering on the edge of success, and remains quite attractive. He also was the guy who wrote the op-ed to which I responded in my very first piece for GayWired, and we talked about my editor, our jobs, politics, and such until it was late and he was a lot drunker than he let on (I had a nice buzz, but nowhere near plastered-ville), and I ended up spending the night there, ostensibly so that Yasmin didn't have to drive me home since she was very tired and lives on the other side of town, although the full reason was a little less valiant.
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The next night I posted my long entry about sex, having little else to do but start to think about preparing for our party in the form of doing laundry. I consciously didn't drink because I got drunk last Friday by myself and then again the night before and I didn't want to be an alcoholic; plus, Jeffrey was taking me out for a drink the next night.
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Which was interesting. We talked a lot, and it got a bit heavy, both about our respective lives and then about our "relationship" or whatever. He said "I like you a lot," which usually ends with a "but...." This "but" was not particularly dismissive or decisive, a quality I have come to know and love in him, even though my feelings still stood from where they were the day after Disneyland. He came over to, well, get drunk and watch tv, now that I have a tv and dvd player in my room, and we watched Will and Grace and drank blueberry Stoli and cranberry juice. An amusing point was when I got my "bitch" and "diva" shot glasses Zach gave me years ago and he of course chose "bitch" leaving me the oh-so-appropriate "diva." I mentioned the other pair was "top" and "bottom" but that I didn't want to put him in the awkward position of picking one or the other, which led to laughs and the revelation that he didn't particularly know how he might answer that (I do, now...see former entry...although that's a temporary restriction. I hope). He stayed over. We had raised a glass to "standing in front of doors and not knowing which one to go through," to borrow a metaphor he had used earlier in the evening, and even though when he left we were still staring at closed doors, I was a hell of a lot happier to be there.
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So now I guess it is time to brave the afternoon heat and return to help Katie blitz the apartment and prepare for the shitshow that will be Pink and Blue. Katie and I went recycling and got $21 and change to put in the party fund, but I'm still dreading hearing the amount when I get home. But it's my party, and I'll spend if I want to, I suppose.
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*Clink* To Evil!
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Monday Justin and Yasmin and I went to Fred 62s for dinner, where I proceeded to talk the entire time and finish only half of my sandwich and potato salad (but I got the whole milkshake down). I commented that I don't have friends that will just get plastered with me on random nights (or, really, ever) and Justin invited us to do just that at his place. We went and watched movies with him and his roommate John, a friend from college I haven't seen in years who has really grown quite interesting, teetering on the edge of success, and remains quite attractive. He also was the guy who wrote the op-ed to which I responded in my very first piece for GayWired, and we talked about my editor, our jobs, politics, and such until it was late and he was a lot drunker than he let on (I had a nice buzz, but nowhere near plastered-ville), and I ended up spending the night there, ostensibly so that Yasmin didn't have to drive me home since she was very tired and lives on the other side of town, although the full reason was a little less valiant.
.
The next night I posted my long entry about sex, having little else to do but start to think about preparing for our party in the form of doing laundry. I consciously didn't drink because I got drunk last Friday by myself and then again the night before and I didn't want to be an alcoholic; plus, Jeffrey was taking me out for a drink the next night.
.
Which was interesting. We talked a lot, and it got a bit heavy, both about our respective lives and then about our "relationship" or whatever. He said "I like you a lot," which usually ends with a "but...." This "but" was not particularly dismissive or decisive, a quality I have come to know and love in him, even though my feelings still stood from where they were the day after Disneyland. He came over to, well, get drunk and watch tv, now that I have a tv and dvd player in my room, and we watched Will and Grace and drank blueberry Stoli and cranberry juice. An amusing point was when I got my "bitch" and "diva" shot glasses Zach gave me years ago and he of course chose "bitch" leaving me the oh-so-appropriate "diva." I mentioned the other pair was "top" and "bottom" but that I didn't want to put him in the awkward position of picking one or the other, which led to laughs and the revelation that he didn't particularly know how he might answer that (I do, now...see former entry...although that's a temporary restriction. I hope). He stayed over. We had raised a glass to "standing in front of doors and not knowing which one to go through," to borrow a metaphor he had used earlier in the evening, and even though when he left we were still staring at closed doors, I was a hell of a lot happier to be there.
.
So now I guess it is time to brave the afternoon heat and return to help Katie blitz the apartment and prepare for the shitshow that will be Pink and Blue. Katie and I went recycling and got $21 and change to put in the party fund, but I'm still dreading hearing the amount when I get home. But it's my party, and I'll spend if I want to, I suppose.
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*Clink* To Evil!