A Year Ago Today
So a year ago, I had the best week of my life with Robbie in San Francisco. I really thought going back there was gonna be the end of me - lots of memories flooding back, me spiraling down into a disaster of depression, but it turned out to be another best week of my life for different reasons.
I think I finally healed. I had a few bad moments, but on the whole I felt amazing. I had a really good time, I finally let a year's worth of hurt and upset go and I had a fucking amazing time hanging out with new friends, dancing with old ones, and spending time in my favorite city on the planet!
1. Stompede was a success. The Cowboys had two amazing shows and I got nothing but great feedback. Jhonmar seems to have gone off the deep end and started stirring things up Friday night right before we went onstage. I mentioned it to Alan later and he didn't realize it was going on, or rather to the extent that it was. He wished I'd told him sooner, but there wasn't anything to be done for it.
2. I took a clogging class. It was fucking fabulous. And an advanced two-step class. I'm definitely taking more next year. Also went to Alcatraz Island and did a little shopping. Had some good alone time, made lots of new friends and caught up with some old ones!
3. Bethe is coming to visit in November! YAY! We're gonna catch some homo movies for the Chicago Gay Film Festival. I'm totally looking forward to that this year.
4. BLAST is already getting started. The theme is BLAST Falls in Love. I'm doing a waltz about a love potion gone horribly wrong and a two-step foxtrot about unbearable heartbreak. And a foxtrot cabaret duet with Sallie to "Let's Call the Whole Thing Off" - this is gonna be a fucking fabulous show!
5. I don't feel so miserably lonely recently. I really think SF helped with that. I'd still like some companionship, but I feel less hurried about it. I think spending time with my good friends the last month or two also really helped.
6. Work is going well, although we have another deadline looming which is actually worrying me a bit. Oy.
7. I better get the fuck out of here. I have a coffee date with a hilarious guy named Scott. Only chatted online, but he made me giggle. That's a good sign.
In other news, I have done almost NOTHING physically active recently. Oh, except dance my ass off for four days at Stompede. Never mind...
I think I finally healed. I had a few bad moments, but on the whole I felt amazing. I had a really good time, I finally let a year's worth of hurt and upset go and I had a fucking amazing time hanging out with new friends, dancing with old ones, and spending time in my favorite city on the planet!
1. Stompede was a success. The Cowboys had two amazing shows and I got nothing but great feedback. Jhonmar seems to have gone off the deep end and started stirring things up Friday night right before we went onstage. I mentioned it to Alan later and he didn't realize it was going on, or rather to the extent that it was. He wished I'd told him sooner, but there wasn't anything to be done for it.
2. I took a clogging class. It was fucking fabulous. And an advanced two-step class. I'm definitely taking more next year. Also went to Alcatraz Island and did a little shopping. Had some good alone time, made lots of new friends and caught up with some old ones!
3. Bethe is coming to visit in November! YAY! We're gonna catch some homo movies for the Chicago Gay Film Festival. I'm totally looking forward to that this year.
4. BLAST is already getting started. The theme is BLAST Falls in Love. I'm doing a waltz about a love potion gone horribly wrong and a two-step foxtrot about unbearable heartbreak. And a foxtrot cabaret duet with Sallie to "Let's Call the Whole Thing Off" - this is gonna be a fucking fabulous show!
5. I don't feel so miserably lonely recently. I really think SF helped with that. I'd still like some companionship, but I feel less hurried about it. I think spending time with my good friends the last month or two also really helped.
6. Work is going well, although we have another deadline looming which is actually worrying me a bit. Oy.
7. I better get the fuck out of here. I have a coffee date with a hilarious guy named Scott. Only chatted online, but he made me giggle. That's a good sign.
In other news, I have done almost NOTHING physically active recently. Oh, except dance my ass off for four days at Stompede. Never mind...