"The rescue you've got planned must be aborted"

I've got a lot to talk about today, so bear with me.

Firstly, let's talk about boys. (Let me just say, the following has nothing actually to do with Michael, it's more about my issues with past experiences I've had.)
See, Michael is probably going to visit a friend in upstate New York for his spring break this week. Even though it means another desolate and Michael-less week (:P), I really hope he goes cause what it spring break if you don't travel somewhere, right?
But then, on the other hand...I have deja-ed this vu before. See, this is how it goes. I'm into boy, boy seems into me. Boy goes to visit friend who he may or may not be already somewhat interested in. Boy comes back with boyfriend. I decide to still be friends, and I end up being the friend who hears every rant and rave about this long distance relationship until it inevitably falls apart. By this point, I'm just a really good, perpetually single friend and there's no romantic feelings whatsoever.
So, basically, according to the legal definition of insanity, I'm totally nutters. It's okay, whatever happens, I'm happy, no regrets. And it's not like I don't have some amazing friends I've made from failing to date. It's a grand tradition, and I might go so far as to say I will almost be disappointed when it ends. :P

Now, the important thing is...last night was frikkin' INSANE. The theme? Dancing. Most specifically, lap dancing. Who was I with, you wonder?
My straight guy friends. Oh yeah. There were quite a few memorable events. I gave Tommy a massage, which he enjoyed but probably not as much as he would have if I'd been even close to sober. (Then again, would I have given Tommy a massage if he'd been even close to sober? Or would he have let me if either one of us had been even close to sober? Probably not.) Jake disappeared for a few minutes at one point, and then emerged from his room wearing a beater...he proceeded to dance around the room and tweak his nipples, until he ended up giving me a lap dance and ripping open his shirt. The worst part of this was, of course, that we then ended up falling off the couch so that his legs were in the air and I was behind him just when Tommy came back in the room. Somehow we got on the topic of their roomie Mike, and Jake decided I was dating him. I called him "boyfriend" for the rest of the night, and used the fact that we were together as a reason why we didn't have to be peer pressured into the lap dances and massages that everyone else was being forced into. "He's getting one later, when ya'll are asleep!"
Soon we headed to the school's St. Patty's Day dance where we had a blast but all of us got totally separated and ended up leaving at separate times.

Prior to hanging out with them, by the way, I went and saw the opera Katie has been stage managing. It is new, written b a professor at our school, and called Las Madres de la Plaza. It's about the Argentinian Genocide, and it's seriously moving although I think it needs more work before it is presented elsewhere.

Here's some fun news for anybody interested in what's going on in the porn world: The Grabby Porn Awards nominations have been leaked! A lot of our favorites over at this blog have been nominated! (Cause I have good taste :P) Good luck to all my favorite porn stars!!