My weekend
Okay- continuing on this strange 4 day stint.
I almost feel like I'm binge-ing on something... I cant put my finger on what it is yet, but its becoming obsessive. It might be my dog, or the gym... I can feel it coming.
ANYWAY
So Saturday I get all packed up. Patrick is doing laundry so I wait for him, and we drive down to otown together. Now for no reason at all I'm in a terrible fucking mood. I mean, watch yourself, I could snap kinda of mood. But I play nice with the parents. I brought them DVDs. They bought me ketchup. (*this kitten can never have enough ketchup). I cant even remember what we did that afternoon... My mind was so full of things. Bad things from the previous two days.
We went to dinner at the Globe. I saw Kevin... which was a nice way to start the night. He's one of the last true honest people in Otown. He always knew I was much younger than everyone else would believe. We saw Mitch Hedburg, who was HILARIOUS. Dufrain party of two... Dufrain...
Then Patrick and I went to Tabu, and danced the night away. I love dancing with this boy... and those that know me, know I dont dance with boys. So perfect... so fun. It was sensual, sexy, and FUN. I havent danced in ages... and they played a lot of old school junk. We dabbled in VIP for a little bit, but as always it was pretentuous and snotty. We drove home and AGAIN had another one of our infamous talks about being friends.
Sunday we woke up then went to Cracker Barrel with the 'rents. I got sick and puked my brains out. Butter+ whipped cream + hot chocolate + mac and cheese = BLAH
So I wasnt feeling well.. then we looked at the houses and the lots. I could have such a nice home.. but I would live so far away from EVERYTHING. I want a condo... desperately. I do not need a 300K+ house in a gated golf community. I'm only 21. And a morgage of 1,500 is too much. It would be hard to find roommates to live in Clermont.
Then Patrick and I met up with Pam and Gavin (whom I LOVE) at Millenia. We shopped and shopped... I wound up buying 2 pants and 2 tops from Banana for less than $60. SALE SALE SALE. I was going to buy Patrick linen pants, but he freaked out and wouldnt let me... he's like "no.. too expensive" whatever, I will buy them anyway for him. He'd look really good in them.
We got home, packed, left... I had a head full of nonsense all the way home. And was pretty distracted. I packed up my car and tried to leave, but Patrick always seems to have to get a hug to say goodbye.
I almost feel like I'm binge-ing on something... I cant put my finger on what it is yet, but its becoming obsessive. It might be my dog, or the gym... I can feel it coming.
ANYWAY
So Saturday I get all packed up. Patrick is doing laundry so I wait for him, and we drive down to otown together. Now for no reason at all I'm in a terrible fucking mood. I mean, watch yourself, I could snap kinda of mood. But I play nice with the parents. I brought them DVDs. They bought me ketchup. (*this kitten can never have enough ketchup). I cant even remember what we did that afternoon... My mind was so full of things. Bad things from the previous two days.
We went to dinner at the Globe. I saw Kevin... which was a nice way to start the night. He's one of the last true honest people in Otown. He always knew I was much younger than everyone else would believe. We saw Mitch Hedburg, who was HILARIOUS. Dufrain party of two... Dufrain...
Then Patrick and I went to Tabu, and danced the night away. I love dancing with this boy... and those that know me, know I dont dance with boys. So perfect... so fun. It was sensual, sexy, and FUN. I havent danced in ages... and they played a lot of old school junk. We dabbled in VIP for a little bit, but as always it was pretentuous and snotty. We drove home and AGAIN had another one of our infamous talks about being friends.
Sunday we woke up then went to Cracker Barrel with the 'rents. I got sick and puked my brains out. Butter+ whipped cream + hot chocolate + mac and cheese = BLAH
So I wasnt feeling well.. then we looked at the houses and the lots. I could have such a nice home.. but I would live so far away from EVERYTHING. I want a condo... desperately. I do not need a 300K+ house in a gated golf community. I'm only 21. And a morgage of 1,500 is too much. It would be hard to find roommates to live in Clermont.
Then Patrick and I met up with Pam and Gavin (whom I LOVE) at Millenia. We shopped and shopped... I wound up buying 2 pants and 2 tops from Banana for less than $60. SALE SALE SALE. I was going to buy Patrick linen pants, but he freaked out and wouldnt let me... he's like "no.. too expensive" whatever, I will buy them anyway for him. He'd look really good in them.
We got home, packed, left... I had a head full of nonsense all the way home. And was pretty distracted. I packed up my car and tried to leave, but Patrick always seems to have to get a hug to say goodbye.