Helluva weekend
I'd like to take this opportunity to be positive. Granted I stayed up too late last night watching the COPS marathon that IS CourtTV, and don't really feel like writing, or anything else this morning. But I gotta tell ya, I had one hell of a weekend.
Thursday night I spent time with some of my friends at our local French Bistro drinking wine. Yes, a bistro in hicksville. There another one right next door. The night capped out with five of us sitting around giggling about midget fight porn. I don't know what it is; I don't usually use the term "midget"; shit-o-la it was some funny stuff.
Friday was lazy time to prep for Saturday night. The boy and I travelled about an hour and a half to our friends engagement "gathering." Of course we (read- "I") were very very late in leaving, but only because we had to hit the gym first. So responsible. I love these friends and wish they lived closer so I could just live on their couch. We shared a Napoleon (shared! In front of people, how gay) at this tiny, wonderful, Swiss owned bakery and then moved on to a couple bars to stand around watch people get shity. We shared a bed at the friends place, layed in bed for hours laughing, giggling, and just talking. I don't know if we've ever done this before. I let him know that THIS is what I was missing in our relationship. He, of course, was vague and aloof, but... Ate the most incredible omelets, watched love actually, and headed home. Last night realized we had a coupon for $25 off at some average chain retaurant and enjoyed our $6 dinner.
I kinda feel bad for the guy, as enjoyable as it all was, I can;t stop giving him shit. First, because this all was a reminder of why I want to live with someone, be out to everyone, and build a circle of "friends in the know." Also, Sat. night this drunk girl (I'm told she's a DA, hmmm...), after finding out I am gay, went around the table and asked everyone if they had a girlfriend, boyfriend, or are not looking (why the thid choice?) The boy, yes he did, The boy told her he was not looking. Fucker. Chicken shit fucker. Oh well, take the good with the bad and the rest of the weekend was a first.
P.S. Today is my 11th day smoke free (besides the six packs of second hand smoke Sat. night). I'm smober ya'll!!!
also- Can someone please tell me why the counter has suddenly slipped to the far bottom right of the page? please???
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I know too many people like "The Boy". Little known secret...My ex is gay, but being the strong italian man that he is with his family and their stupid italain traditions he would never admit to it, except to me, and we only talked about it once many years ago. That subject meant certain death...It's sad and now I do not know why he went and got this girl pregnant and is getting re-married. WHAT'S HIS DEAL???
OH! Almost forgot....GRATZ on the not smoking!!! I'm gonna quit soon myself...
Thanks for the comment... yeah I totally wanted Malan to stick around PR but I'm sure there are still enough nutjobs left.
Love the restaurant commentary - I guess I ahve developed the food critic attitude when it comes to eating out and it bugs my friends but... as far as I am concerned there is only one thing better than good food.
I enjoyed reading your blog - think I'll put up a link to it in mine.
Do you have a yahoo instant message id? If so mine is jenellie_bean...I checked out quitnet...i have as of yet to pick a date to start quitting...YIKES!!
And yes i totally agree that we'd have a blast together! Tis a sham that I live in the middle of nowhere with practically no friends and where the ratio of girls to guys in my age group is 3 to 1...UGH!!
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