A. and I were discussing my relative confusion and disinterest in this "date" tomorrow with the fellow from the online personals when A. came up with the fantastic idea of inviting Roger to join Boy Bünd for the day. It seems that the other members of Boy Bünd have been making plans that involve the early consumption of cheap, mixed drinks at a ( Read more... )

The lighting was poor, so the selection is paltry.
( Four photos from Friday night. )

She erupted into laughter when I handed her the fortune.

Last night was a the sort of typically monotonous, anticlimactic evening that characterizes my social life. I had been told that Boy Bünd would gather for something along the lines of our typical Friday night (all-you-can-eat Chinese Buffet and a movie), but some two hours before I left ( Read more... )

Yesterday featured several bits of trumped up drama. It all began with a phone call early afternoon (as I washed my dishes):

( Well, he did it. He drove her away. And now I am going to kill him. )

Everything went according to plan (at least with regards to my Friday night activities). The members of Boy Bünd were about twenty minutes into a rather fantastic video rental (KISS Meets the Phantom of the Park) when S. showed up. Everyone said hello and he placed his hand briefly on my shoulder ( Read more... )

So, A. tells me, "This morning, [V.] called me up, breathless, like he had been running up stairs, and told me that you and [S.] had broken up ( Read more... )

Despite some psychosomatic and/or sympathy pains (sore throat and cough), I ended up going out with the other members of Boy Bünd. After a chinese buffet, we viewed The Cat's Meow, which proved to be quite entertaining (albeit a half hour too long). It was peculiar watching Eddie Izzard play Charlie Chaplan and Kirsten Dunst play something other ( Read more... )

That was all very wacky. Somewhere around Monday, he asked me to pick him up at the airport on Friday. I nixed plans to see Spiderman with Boy Bünd because I knew that Friday night would not hold enough hours (and I figured he would be too tired to see a late movie). Then last night, he gives me permission not to pick him up ( Read more... )

"Wait... what did you just say?!?"

Whoops.

Fridays are always bad for me. Tired, grouchy, I nevertheless commit to do something with friends that will inevitably prove tedious in one way or another. On this particular Friday, I agreed to go see "a free screening of a gay musical set in space" with the rest of Boy Bünd. When I asked A. for ( Read more... )

"You dress very well [Xander]," L. began as he drove A. and I through the unlit backroads on our way back to Arlington ( Read more... )