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Woog. That's today's word. Woog.
When will I learn that alkehol is not my friend? I think last night's indulgences are combining with the minor illness that me and Steve seem to be coming down with. Or passing back and forth to each other: it might be a very mild cold that we're playing hot potato with.
Glassy stomach, woozy head, pea-soup thoughts, worsened cough, barely any appetite ('tis unheard of for me to be satisfied with a lunch of just a sandwich and a blood orange) sniffly nose, perhaps a sore throat announcing its forthcoming entrance. Nothing to whine about, since I haven't gotten properly sick in a really long time. I stayed home twice on account of dizzy spells, but both of them got better after more sleep.
Today, I don't get to go straight home to sleep. I get to haul ass to Brookline for yummy seafood of some sort and to sing a fourth round of Happy Birthday to Julius. It will be good to see The Coolest Grandma In Existance again, but I shouldn't sit too close to her. Maybe I can convince dad to drive Boxer home while I lie down in the back.
Note to self:
NO DRINKING ALCOHOL ON A WEEKNIGHT. You don't like it much (except Saki, Bailey's and Martini & Ross Asti), and it's not worth feeling gross for 8 whole hours of Corporate Land.
Peer pressure. I'm pretty sure I drank at fishoutawata's party just because I saw how much Otto and Glill were relaxing due to alcohol's effects. So, after enjoying a few sips of Saki, I sampled Otto's Gin & Gin martini and allowed Glill to make me a tiny shot of Lime Rickey. It was good, but my stomach put up the STOP sign after that. I wasn't even very buzzed, but I guess the Saki and Gins were not playing nice in my tummy. Dammit, if I'm gonna be ill the next day, I want more fun the night before! Oh well, I've found things that provide me with much fun, I'm just a bit nervous about recording them in this journal.
'Twas a good night, all in all. A rowdy dinner with Julius, Otto, and Julius' roleplaying circle. (I suppose it's mine too, but I kinda got sick of all of them and roleplaying in general, and haven't gamed regularly for a long time.) Apparently Ezra got upset about something that transpired during the dinner, but the only thing I could think of was some time when Otto snapped a picture of her and the whole table was laughing about it being good blackmail material. I don't even remember the specifics of that. I want to call Ezra soon and see if there's anything I can do to make her feel better. I think she needs a friend outside of that circle, and Otto would be a good candidate.
After dinner, we regrouped at me and Julius' house for desert and drinks. I served saki and placed a candle at the center of each of the cupcakes I baked for Julius. We sang the birthday song to him again, his meaner friends substituting his name for "Crocodile Dundee", "Croc Hunter", etc. The party soon grouped into the Political/War Discussion Room and the Bawdy Talk/Watch Glill And His New Boy Being Adorable/Random Card Games room.
I love informal gatherings. At a few points, I noticed bored people. If it were one of my Grand Fetes, I'd hurry to bring out a board game or engage them in conversation. As it was, I just shrugged and went to see if I could get another two-sided hug from my lovers. Those are the best, and it's been a while since the three of us hung out. I was getting one, and Julius said, "Hey, it's my birthday!" So Otto smiled and reached around me farther to hug him more directly. :)
Glill and his New Boy (I'll give him a nickname if he sticks with Glill for more than a month) were soooooooooooooo cute. They interacted in their new-couple haze as if I wasn't even there, watching them blissfully. I need to hang around more happy gay couples, I think.
Rambling on and on and on . . . this disjointed entry brought to you by alcohol.
When will I learn that alkehol is not my friend? I think last night's indulgences are combining with the minor illness that me and Steve seem to be coming down with. Or passing back and forth to each other: it might be a very mild cold that we're playing hot potato with.
Glassy stomach, woozy head, pea-soup thoughts, worsened cough, barely any appetite ('tis unheard of for me to be satisfied with a lunch of just a sandwich and a blood orange) sniffly nose, perhaps a sore throat announcing its forthcoming entrance. Nothing to whine about, since I haven't gotten properly sick in a really long time. I stayed home twice on account of dizzy spells, but both of them got better after more sleep.
Today, I don't get to go straight home to sleep. I get to haul ass to Brookline for yummy seafood of some sort and to sing a fourth round of Happy Birthday to Julius. It will be good to see The Coolest Grandma In Existance again, but I shouldn't sit too close to her. Maybe I can convince dad to drive Boxer home while I lie down in the back.
Note to self:
NO DRINKING ALCOHOL ON A WEEKNIGHT. You don't like it much (except Saki, Bailey's and Martini & Ross Asti), and it's not worth feeling gross for 8 whole hours of Corporate Land.
Peer pressure. I'm pretty sure I drank at fishoutawata's party just because I saw how much Otto and Glill were relaxing due to alcohol's effects. So, after enjoying a few sips of Saki, I sampled Otto's Gin & Gin martini and allowed Glill to make me a tiny shot of Lime Rickey. It was good, but my stomach put up the STOP sign after that. I wasn't even very buzzed, but I guess the Saki and Gins were not playing nice in my tummy. Dammit, if I'm gonna be ill the next day, I want more fun the night before! Oh well, I've found things that provide me with much fun, I'm just a bit nervous about recording them in this journal.
'Twas a good night, all in all. A rowdy dinner with Julius, Otto, and Julius' roleplaying circle. (I suppose it's mine too, but I kinda got sick of all of them and roleplaying in general, and haven't gamed regularly for a long time.) Apparently Ezra got upset about something that transpired during the dinner, but the only thing I could think of was some time when Otto snapped a picture of her and the whole table was laughing about it being good blackmail material. I don't even remember the specifics of that. I want to call Ezra soon and see if there's anything I can do to make her feel better. I think she needs a friend outside of that circle, and Otto would be a good candidate.
After dinner, we regrouped at me and Julius' house for desert and drinks. I served saki and placed a candle at the center of each of the cupcakes I baked for Julius. We sang the birthday song to him again, his meaner friends substituting his name for "Crocodile Dundee", "Croc Hunter", etc. The party soon grouped into the Political/War Discussion Room and the Bawdy Talk/Watch Glill And His New Boy Being Adorable/Random Card Games room.
I love informal gatherings. At a few points, I noticed bored people. If it were one of my Grand Fetes, I'd hurry to bring out a board game or engage them in conversation. As it was, I just shrugged and went to see if I could get another two-sided hug from my lovers. Those are the best, and it's been a while since the three of us hung out. I was getting one, and Julius said, "Hey, it's my birthday!" So Otto smiled and reached around me farther to hug him more directly. :)
Glill and his New Boy (I'll give him a nickname if he sticks with Glill for more than a month) were soooooooooooooo cute. They interacted in their new-couple haze as if I wasn't even there, watching them blissfully. I need to hang around more happy gay couples, I think.
Rambling on and on and on . . . this disjointed entry brought to you by alcohol.