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Sunday...fuck...was a full blown evening of insomnia. I went down at 10:30 after having stayed up until 3:30 the night before. (So worth it. The joint b'day party was a s#it ton of fun. Where else can you say that you frassed around with lightsabers to the wee hours? My hands were KILLING me the next day) I got up early after some guilty voicemail goading from the gay burrito to come over to a pre-pride party (Instead of sleeping in. Shup!) This year I just, didn't wanna go to the actual parade. I've already filled my in-town parade quota for the year with last weeks NE parade (Unless the old torchlight parade brings me out) But he was insistent I pop over and see some old buddies and swill some mimosa's. A.M goodness abounds. Except the freeways were for shit.
It was two tons of fun. Really. We ate quiche, drank mim's/BM's/Screwdrivers and sat around bullshitting and catching up with twocherries, faeriepainter, and the old school porkchops. (Poor Burrito's S.O. was the first casualty. Not used to cocktailing with the big kids, I was told). By the end of the day, the sun did it's damage tho and poor boy was wiped. Instead of going for a run I went into my air conditioned home to wait for Mo-Mo to get done with rehearsal. We made it through one, count it, one episode of "Slings and Arrows" before hitting the hay.
Then...nada. I was too tired to sleep. And sweating again. I couldn't keep my legs together without the perspiration driving me crazy. So it was toss, turn, grab some towels to lay down, flip, grab pillow, get cold (AC) go back under. I think I had one small weird moment of sleep where I dreamed that I was Superman and this group of villains from the phantom zone threatened my family. They then made me come out to dinner while they made frightening comments towards them which my family remained blissfully clueless. I then excused myself, and flew off to distract them and save the day.
I don't even care for Superman that much.
Anyway, 12 became 1 am, 1 am became 2am, etc. Etc. By the time 5 am came around I just wanted one, solid, hour of sleep. Niente. Furg.
Monday felt like I spent it in an out of body experience.
It was two tons of fun. Really. We ate quiche, drank mim's/BM's/Screwdrivers and sat around bullshitting and catching up with twocherries, faeriepainter, and the old school porkchops. (Poor Burrito's S.O. was the first casualty. Not used to cocktailing with the big kids, I was told). By the end of the day, the sun did it's damage tho and poor boy was wiped. Instead of going for a run I went into my air conditioned home to wait for Mo-Mo to get done with rehearsal. We made it through one, count it, one episode of "Slings and Arrows" before hitting the hay.
Then...nada. I was too tired to sleep. And sweating again. I couldn't keep my legs together without the perspiration driving me crazy. So it was toss, turn, grab some towels to lay down, flip, grab pillow, get cold (AC) go back under. I think I had one small weird moment of sleep where I dreamed that I was Superman and this group of villains from the phantom zone threatened my family. They then made me come out to dinner while they made frightening comments towards them which my family remained blissfully clueless. I then excused myself, and flew off to distract them and save the day.
I don't even care for Superman that much.
Anyway, 12 became 1 am, 1 am became 2am, etc. Etc. By the time 5 am came around I just wanted one, solid, hour of sleep. Niente. Furg.
Monday felt like I spent it in an out of body experience.