So, I might be done with Club XS for a while. I haven't fully made up my mind yet. I'll explain why in a bit, but first, I figured I'd share what I'm pretty sure is the definitive conclusion to the Michael Saga (an epic tale of Graham finally liking someone who isn't a total jackass.)
So, as we knew was going to happen, Michael was at XS last night. He picked up Jason on his way, so the two of them came together. Not that kind of together, I guess, although they were barely away from each other's side and totally flirting -- but, the cool thing? Even though I saw this, I was okay!
Besides, you can't blame anyone for flirting with Michael (and it's hard to blame people for flirting with Jason too, I suppose). Michael was wearing his green t-shirt that says "single" on it (you've all seen people wearing it, I'm sure) so it's not like there was a hands-off vibe either. :P Still, there was a marked less-interested vibe I was getting from Michael (and in case you're wondering where I go that idea from, he said "It was good seeing you again" when we were saying bye -- never a good sign :P). Not that that's a bad thing, I'd rather have that than a "I'm totally into you" vibe and then never see him again, right? Of course right.
Anyways, moving on to Club XS...
So, a large part of the whole financial ruin thing going on in my life (and this is by far not the only reason for it, but it's a major contributing factor) is that they didn't let me know when I wasn't working there every weekend anymore. Thus, my budget for January was fucked up because that's a substantial amount of money I wasn't getting that I was expecting to get.
But it was kinda okay, because I still wasn't paying to get in, because technically I still worked there (I was told -- when I came back and found out I wasn't working -- they might occasionally bring us back for special occasions.)
Until last night. Last night I had to pay the five bucks to get in -- which I suppose isn't a lot but it's more than I'm used to paying.
And to make matters worse, I got a ticket. XS has a small and basically useless parking lot, and apparently that is now officially the only place to park. So, hopefully they'll get the memo: time to stop spending so much money on fancy lights and guest DJs and start actually making your club better or at least make parking better.
I'm just a little irked with that whole situation.
Oh, and there's more about last night!
Guess who finally made another appearance! James did! James and Brad arrived at XS at the same time as me, and even though I can tell you I am still not over him, I was able to hear about James' boy that he met in Atlanta without feeling jealous at all!
So I'm either starting to move on, or starting to grow up. I'm not sure.
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Tuesday, January 08, 2008
"It's Gay-Ja-Vu"
Oh. Migod.
Lemme fill you guys in. Because, for serious, I have such news for you! You will laugh, you'll cry, you'll dance and sing! Don't touch that remote!
Okay, enough intro. Here's what happened........
After James came to visit me in Rhode Island this summer, he continued northeast and went to Maine. While there, he met a lad named Jon. They hung out, went out, and summer loving had them a blast.
Despite myself, I was furiously jealous. But I told myself it was okay because, hey, I'll never meet this guy. He's in Maine. Right? Of course right.
The world is too damn small.
I'm partying in Providence, and my friend Joe (who is a skanky mcslutterson, and he won't mind me saying that either :P) is trying to hook up with these two kids: Francis, from RI, and his friend Jon who is visiting from out of state.
I run into Francis and Jon a couple of times and then it comes out: Jon is from Maine.
I'm afraid to ask, but I figure....there's got to be a ton of Jons in Maine, right? No way is this the same one.
So I ask......"Do you know a James from Pennsylvania?"
"Tall guy?"
"Yeah."
"Ohmigod, I LOVE him!"
So not what I wanted to hear. I left the conversation, ranted to Rob (my boss at the Dark Lady who is also one of the few people in Providence who I think really knows the depth and breadth of this crush) about what had just happened and then tried to hate Jon.
It's not frikkin' possible. He's just nice. I can't hate on him, and I won't.
But of course, I can't keep my mouth shut. Jon says "Tell James I said hi!" So I did.
Next thing I know, James is on his way to Providence and he's gonna stay at my parents house. With me. NOT IN MY BED. He said things were over between him and Jon, but he had vacation time and he was going to Vermont anyways and he'd been planning on swinging by this place in New Hampshire that Jon goes and surprising him.....so he was gonna stop in Providence and see both of us instead.
I'm freaking out. First of all, there's that jealousy and the fact that Jon is unhateable at war with each other. Then there's the fact that Joe totally wants to hook up with Jon. All I can see is the drama I'm afraid is going to happen.
James shows up and watches
The Illusionist with my mom, my grandmother, and I. Then we went out. I had to work at Dark Lady that night, but James went over to Mirabar. He came back, mildly intoxicated (he's cute when he's drunk, I have to say) when the night was ending. Some guy would not leave him alone, and ended up taking James outside with him when Dark Lady closed....I went over to Rob and was like "A guy just took James outside" and Rob hands me money and goes "GO!" Love that man so much. Like, really, it's ridiculous. If he weren't my boss and weren't taken and if there was any chemistry there at all...:-P
Anyways...next day, I have to help take down decorations with mom. Obviously, James should not be enlisted to help....so, I was good, and encouraged him to spend the day with Jon. My mom was proud of me, and you should be too. :P
I was also supposed to have a date that night...didn't end up happening, so I took James to the coffee shop it was supposed to be at. He'd never had tiramisu, so he had it. He offered to pay for me too, but I didn't let him because that totally wouldn't have been fair. Also, would have been very date-esque...and while I would've loved that, at the same time it didn't seem right.
So we went to the Dark Lady, where I was a little depressed to find that two of the guys there who've been single the whole time I've known them both came with boys attached that night. That's okay, I showed up with James...different sort of attached, but whatever.
We went to Mirabar. Jon and Francis (and Joe) were all there, along with a million other people I had to say good-bye too before I left the state (we'll get to that later, it's less important :P). I'm pleased to say that James danced with me most of the night. We didn't flirt much that I noticed, but he did do a lot of flirting. Because of that...things that were yet to come were quite shocking for me!
In the parking lot where we'd parked, we ran into Kevin who DJs at Dark Lady some time and he invited us to Bickfords with him and some of his friends. We accepted.
Anyways, through the course of the meal, as had been happening all weekend, many many people assumed we were either dating or hooking up. Kevin seriously wanted to know why I wasn't going to have sex with James that night, so I dragged him outside, explained the situation as best as I could (especially the part where James tells me about all the boys he likes and is talking to) and he gave me a sound fist-to-the-chest and a flick on the forehead to knock some sense into me.
That worked well.
Anyways, thankfully Kevin has some degree of tact and did his best to put a stop to the questions about James and I. This, however, opened the door for Brendan -- one of the pillars of Providence's gay community and also the most tactless queer I ever met (although I do love him most of the time) -- to proceed to mercilessly hit on James. We get it, he's hot. Not every guy in the world needs to express this all the time.
So James and I got home around 3:30 am. I had been planning on waking up at 10 am and leaving at 11 am. This would have worked if mom had remembered to finish the laundry. So I went to bed at 5 am.
Early in the expanse of laundrying, I noticed James still getting texts -- presumably from Devin, one of my friends who is a shot boy at Mirabar, who'd been texting him since we left the club. If it weren't Devin I'd probably be jealous too, but Devin is just so friendly it's even possible (albeit unlikely, but I'm telling myself this is what's going on) that Devin is just texting his new friend. Anyways, I teased him about how late he was still getting texts and how popular he was. He sent me a text that said "Shut up biotch" and I replied "Whatever. Either go to sleep or help keep me awake, bitch :P". His reply said something along the lines of "I'd invite you to sleep with me but I think it'd be awkward for your parents in the morning".
Whoooooooooaaaaaaaaa.
I said "I'd accept but for the same reason."
And thus that bout of flirting ended as James went to sleep and I did laundry.
The next morning, James left for Vermont and I, in turn, headed in the opposite direction, back to Pennsylvania, to collect my car and return my rental to Enterprise
. One week before classes start.
I want to reiterate that there was no sex during the course of this past weekend. There has been no sex since...well, Thanksgiving break. I'm okay with that.
So, in comparison to Rhode Island, even in the winter, I've determined that central Pennsylvania? Boooooooooooring. I'm bored bored bored. So I've been IMing basically everyone who is on the buddy list of my new screenname (ps, yeah, I got a new one) except Jonathan Vargas cause I'm totally nervous to IM him. :P
That includes James.
Who, yesterday, randomly...well, here's an excerpt from our conversation:
Yeah, I got a little flustered and I think I ruined it. Oh well.
Umm...so, today I got my car back and returned the rental. I really need to clean my car, that's the plan for tomorrow. Well, today now....
Lemme fill you guys in. Because, for serious, I have such news for you! You will laugh, you'll cry, you'll dance and sing! Don't touch that remote!
Okay, enough intro. Here's what happened........
After James came to visit me in Rhode Island this summer, he continued northeast and went to Maine. While there, he met a lad named Jon. They hung out, went out, and summer loving had them a blast.
Despite myself, I was furiously jealous. But I told myself it was okay because, hey, I'll never meet this guy. He's in Maine. Right? Of course right.
The world is too damn small.
I'm partying in Providence, and my friend Joe (who is a skanky mcslutterson, and he won't mind me saying that either :P) is trying to hook up with these two kids: Francis, from RI, and his friend Jon who is visiting from out of state.
I run into Francis and Jon a couple of times and then it comes out: Jon is from Maine.
I'm afraid to ask, but I figure....there's got to be a ton of Jons in Maine, right? No way is this the same one.
So I ask......"Do you know a James from Pennsylvania?"
"Tall guy?"
"Yeah."
"Ohmigod, I LOVE him!"
So not what I wanted to hear. I left the conversation, ranted to Rob (my boss at the Dark Lady who is also one of the few people in Providence who I think really knows the depth and breadth of this crush) about what had just happened and then tried to hate Jon.
It's not frikkin' possible. He's just nice. I can't hate on him, and I won't.
But of course, I can't keep my mouth shut. Jon says "Tell James I said hi!" So I did.
Next thing I know, James is on his way to Providence and he's gonna stay at my parents house. With me. NOT IN MY BED. He said things were over between him and Jon, but he had vacation time and he was going to Vermont anyways and he'd been planning on swinging by this place in New Hampshire that Jon goes and surprising him.....so he was gonna stop in Providence and see both of us instead.
I'm freaking out. First of all, there's that jealousy and the fact that Jon is unhateable at war with each other. Then there's the fact that Joe totally wants to hook up with Jon. All I can see is the drama I'm afraid is going to happen.
James shows up and watches
The Illusionist with my mom, my grandmother, and I. Then we went out. I had to work at Dark Lady that night, but James went over to Mirabar. He came back, mildly intoxicated (he's cute when he's drunk, I have to say) when the night was ending. Some guy would not leave him alone, and ended up taking James outside with him when Dark Lady closed....I went over to Rob and was like "A guy just took James outside" and Rob hands me money and goes "GO!" Love that man so much. Like, really, it's ridiculous. If he weren't my boss and weren't taken and if there was any chemistry there at all...:-PAnyways...next day, I have to help take down decorations with mom. Obviously, James should not be enlisted to help....so, I was good, and encouraged him to spend the day with Jon. My mom was proud of me, and you should be too. :P
I was also supposed to have a date that night...didn't end up happening, so I took James to the coffee shop it was supposed to be at. He'd never had tiramisu, so he had it. He offered to pay for me too, but I didn't let him because that totally wouldn't have been fair. Also, would have been very date-esque...and while I would've loved that, at the same time it didn't seem right.
So we went to the Dark Lady, where I was a little depressed to find that two of the guys there who've been single the whole time I've known them both came with boys attached that night. That's okay, I showed up with James...different sort of attached, but whatever.
We went to Mirabar. Jon and Francis (and Joe) were all there, along with a million other people I had to say good-bye too before I left the state (we'll get to that later, it's less important :P). I'm pleased to say that James danced with me most of the night. We didn't flirt much that I noticed, but he did do a lot of flirting. Because of that...things that were yet to come were quite shocking for me!
In the parking lot where we'd parked, we ran into Kevin who DJs at Dark Lady some time and he invited us to Bickfords with him and some of his friends. We accepted.
Anyways, through the course of the meal, as had been happening all weekend, many many people assumed we were either dating or hooking up. Kevin seriously wanted to know why I wasn't going to have sex with James that night, so I dragged him outside, explained the situation as best as I could (especially the part where James tells me about all the boys he likes and is talking to) and he gave me a sound fist-to-the-chest and a flick on the forehead to knock some sense into me.
That worked well.
Anyways, thankfully Kevin has some degree of tact and did his best to put a stop to the questions about James and I. This, however, opened the door for Brendan -- one of the pillars of Providence's gay community and also the most tactless queer I ever met (although I do love him most of the time) -- to proceed to mercilessly hit on James. We get it, he's hot. Not every guy in the world needs to express this all the time.
So James and I got home around 3:30 am. I had been planning on waking up at 10 am and leaving at 11 am. This would have worked if mom had remembered to finish the laundry. So I went to bed at 5 am.
Early in the expanse of laundrying, I noticed James still getting texts -- presumably from Devin, one of my friends who is a shot boy at Mirabar, who'd been texting him since we left the club. If it weren't Devin I'd probably be jealous too, but Devin is just so friendly it's even possible (albeit unlikely, but I'm telling myself this is what's going on) that Devin is just texting his new friend. Anyways, I teased him about how late he was still getting texts and how popular he was. He sent me a text that said "Shut up biotch" and I replied "Whatever. Either go to sleep or help keep me awake, bitch :P". His reply said something along the lines of "I'd invite you to sleep with me but I think it'd be awkward for your parents in the morning".
Whoooooooooaaaaaaaaa.
I said "I'd accept but for the same reason."
And thus that bout of flirting ended as James went to sleep and I did laundry.
The next morning, James left for Vermont and I, in turn, headed in the opposite direction, back to Pennsylvania, to collect my car and return my rental to Enterprise
. One week before classes start.I want to reiterate that there was no sex during the course of this past weekend. There has been no sex since...well, Thanksgiving break. I'm okay with that.
So, in comparison to Rhode Island, even in the winter, I've determined that central Pennsylvania? Boooooooooooring. I'm bored bored bored. So I've been IMing basically everyone who is on the buddy list of my new screenname (ps, yeah, I got a new one) except Jonathan Vargas cause I'm totally nervous to IM him. :P
That includes James.
Who, yesterday, randomly...well, here's an excerpt from our conversation:
| Me (11:48:15 PM): | I'm so bored, I think I might be hungry just for something to do. |
| Monday, January 07, 2008 | |
| James (12:08:11 AM): | :-* |
| Me (12:08:55 AM): | |
| James (12:09:01 AM): | i dunno |
| Me (12:09:21 AM): | Yeah, okay. :-P |
| Me (12:12:27 AM): | Well :-* |
| Me (12:13:32 AM): | And maybe you can get a real one next time I see you ;-) |
| James (12:13:43 AM): | ok |
Yeah, I got a little flustered and I think I ruined it. Oh well.
Umm...so, today I got my car back and returned the rental. I really need to clean my car, that's the plan for tomorrow. Well, today now....
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Catching Up!
Moving in was fairly uneventful. The big thing was, of course, that I didn't have a bed. I had my heart set on a futon, so my mom and I went and picked one out.
Problem? They didn't have the frame in stock. "We'll call you Friday, we should have it in by then," the man said.
It's Sunday. Still haven't heard a word. I am livid. I'm calling them tomorrow, but I am pissed! It is not my job to find out what they have in stock, especially since I already paid for the damn thing.
Work has been a bitch, and I really have no funny anecdotes. One of my managers graduated from my college last year, and although we never met each other we each knew of each other so that's kinda cool. But the store is incredibly understaffed. We're having eight hour shifts instead of five. Today my eight hours turned into ten -- without a break. And I have blisters like whoa all over my feet.
I won't be dancing for a couple of weeks here, I've talked to my boss at Club XS and he said I had to wait a bit for one of the dancers to leave in a couple weeks. Unfortch, further investigation revealed that (I think) it's my friend Todd who we're waiting on, and I prob'ly won't get to see him. But we'll see.
But, in case that wasn't enough....
I have no idea where I stand with almost all of my friends. There were so many break ups while I was gone. The most major of these is that of my two friends Damon and Robbie. Damon works in my store and we've been hanging out.
So imagine my surprise when Cody, formerly my best friend, calls and asks if I work with Damon -- especially when he's never given a rat's ass about Damon before and -- sure, I'll say it -- he had plenty to do with the end of that relationship given that Robbie and he hooked up during the relationship. Damon had already mentioned to me that he wasn't speaking to Cody, so when Cody explained that Damon had told him that he was working at Abercrombie & Fitch at the Park Town mall...which is a twisted and bizarre version of the name of the mall we work in. But since Damon doesn't talk to Cody, I knew something weird was up.
The next day Robbie texted me to tell me not to become "best buddies" with Damon just because we work together, and told me that Damon was trying to turn people against him. Except for the one little detail that Damon hadn't been trying to make me have any opinion of Robbie at all...I have been trying very hard to not take sides.
Robbie didn't score himself any points with that little tactic, and I let him know that. And I also let Cody know how ridiculously pissed I was/am at him. I'm more than pissed with him though. How can you lie to one of your best friends? And like, seriously, hasn't he caused enough damage already? At this point, I'm done with him. There's so many reasons for me to not want to be around him, and only a few reasons to continue our friendship that I can think of. It doesn't seem worth it.
Anyways, the whole thing has left me with a lot of doubt regarding my relationships with almost everyone here and feeling very much alone. I mean, Cody's like the one I've been hanging out with for the longest and our friendship kind of always seemed like a given. If that one's on the fritz...
Oh, and on the boy front? You know how it seemed like James might kinda be into me two weeks ago when he was in RI? Well, now we're back in PA and he's totally into skanky blonder-than-me boys with ugly haircuts instead. I mean, not that I'm bitter or jealous at all...(yeah, maturity's clearly not rearing its ugly head in this post. :P) In fact, the whole love-life thing looks from this angle like it's going to be a while before there's any progress there. Even my smaller, mostly secret crushes seem like wastes of time right now. And I'm all pessimistic and mopey and boring right now. Laaaaame.
So, to sum it all up...I want to be back in Rhode Island!!!!!
Problem? They didn't have the frame in stock. "We'll call you Friday, we should have it in by then," the man said.
It's Sunday. Still haven't heard a word. I am livid. I'm calling them tomorrow, but I am pissed! It is not my job to find out what they have in stock, especially since I already paid for the damn thing.
Work has been a bitch, and I really have no funny anecdotes. One of my managers graduated from my college last year, and although we never met each other we each knew of each other so that's kinda cool. But the store is incredibly understaffed. We're having eight hour shifts instead of five. Today my eight hours turned into ten -- without a break. And I have blisters like whoa all over my feet.
I won't be dancing for a couple of weeks here, I've talked to my boss at Club XS and he said I had to wait a bit for one of the dancers to leave in a couple weeks. Unfortch, further investigation revealed that (I think) it's my friend Todd who we're waiting on, and I prob'ly won't get to see him. But we'll see.
But, in case that wasn't enough....
I have no idea where I stand with almost all of my friends. There were so many break ups while I was gone. The most major of these is that of my two friends Damon and Robbie. Damon works in my store and we've been hanging out.
So imagine my surprise when Cody, formerly my best friend, calls and asks if I work with Damon -- especially when he's never given a rat's ass about Damon before and -- sure, I'll say it -- he had plenty to do with the end of that relationship given that Robbie and he hooked up during the relationship. Damon had already mentioned to me that he wasn't speaking to Cody, so when Cody explained that Damon had told him that he was working at Abercrombie & Fitch at the Park Town mall...which is a twisted and bizarre version of the name of the mall we work in. But since Damon doesn't talk to Cody, I knew something weird was up.
The next day Robbie texted me to tell me not to become "best buddies" with Damon just because we work together, and told me that Damon was trying to turn people against him. Except for the one little detail that Damon hadn't been trying to make me have any opinion of Robbie at all...I have been trying very hard to not take sides.
Robbie didn't score himself any points with that little tactic, and I let him know that. And I also let Cody know how ridiculously pissed I was/am at him. I'm more than pissed with him though. How can you lie to one of your best friends? And like, seriously, hasn't he caused enough damage already? At this point, I'm done with him. There's so many reasons for me to not want to be around him, and only a few reasons to continue our friendship that I can think of. It doesn't seem worth it.
Anyways, the whole thing has left me with a lot of doubt regarding my relationships with almost everyone here and feeling very much alone. I mean, Cody's like the one I've been hanging out with for the longest and our friendship kind of always seemed like a given. If that one's on the fritz...
Oh, and on the boy front? You know how it seemed like James might kinda be into me two weeks ago when he was in RI? Well, now we're back in PA and he's totally into skanky blonder-than-me boys with ugly haircuts instead. I mean, not that I'm bitter or jealous at all...(yeah, maturity's clearly not rearing its ugly head in this post. :P) In fact, the whole love-life thing looks from this angle like it's going to be a while before there's any progress there. Even my smaller, mostly secret crushes seem like wastes of time right now. And I'm all pessimistic and mopey and boring right now. Laaaaame.
So, to sum it all up...I want to be back in Rhode Island!!!!!
Monday, August 13, 2007
Wrapping things up...
My life has been crazy. I am trying to tie up loose ends here in Rhode Island while I can, since I leave for Pennsylvania on Friday morning. Eeeek!! I haven't even started packing yet! (Okay, well, I have a little bit but not much!)
My aunt and her husband who live in Arizona were visiting this week. Don't get me wrong, I love them both...but, they are hugely pessimistic. Usually when they visit I get brought down from my normally happy upbeat self and get all depressed because of the gloom and doom they bring up so frequently. And, of course, my mother has to complain because, well, because they are sisters and they can't just get along perfectly.
Fortunately, this visit I was busy and preoccupied enough with other stuff aside from their visit that I didn't get brought down at all. It was just a nice visit.
So, what else has been going on? Other than packing and trying to see everyone? Well, y'know, not much. :P Work, both at Abercrombie & Fitch and at the Dark Lady. And there was that pool party.
(That's a picture of me and the Bossman from Dark Lady!)
Now, the pool party would've been fantastic if fewer of my friends had had to work on Saturday. It was cool though, the people who showed up all had a good time I think. It was mostly people from A&F, Grace came. It was fun!
Then at the end, James showed up. We'd arranged that, since he was passing through RI on his way to Maine, he'd visit. He and his friend Brad were going to crash at my place (cause it's free and because, duh, they didn't make reservations at a hotel.
Those of you who've been reading this blog for forever know this about James: he disappears for months, resurfaces when I think I'm over him and then it turns out that I'm not. Pattern continues to hold true. I made a concerted effort to try to be interested in other people though, so I'm patting myself on the back for that...I think.
Brad, James, and I hit up Mirabar (which was having its 60th anniversary this weekend!) on Saturday night. It was a great time. Everyone was out for it (except the large crowds of people who were at Dark Lady, which we also visited). Billy and Jamie were having their own "good-bye" party since they are leaving, about the same time I am, for Los Angeles! Mirabar's photographer was out too, so James Brad and I will be on the club's website at some point. James has this habit where he attracts a lot of attention. It might have something to do with the fact that he's taller than basically everyone.
They had a "hot underwear contest", which essentially was people stripped down to their underwear and then the names of these people were drawn. James, Brad, and I all participated. Brad frikkin' won! It's a 100 dollar prize!
(And this other one is Preston and Brad...how cute!)
We spent the afternoon there until the sun started to set. So, we headed to the 99 -- which is a restaurant that's kind of like a pub.
We had a great time there too and the food was excellent. If anyone ever finds themselves there, I highly recommend getting the Imperial. It's a seafood casserole with crab meat, lobster meat, and scallops. Now, I don't know what they did but I hate scallops, but I ate these ones and I liked them!
(That last picture is the whole gang...me in front of course!)
We came back to my house quick to shower and change and then it was off to Mirabar again! Brad and Preston had really hit it off at the beach, and as soon as they saw each other at Mirabar they were off together again. My friend Chris, who hasn't been out in Providence since Pride (cause he's from Connecticutt and spends all his time at the clubs there) was there too, so that was super exciting. I saw a guy that looked like how I imagine Roman Heart would look like if he were thin like me, and tall. Obviously, I was attracted to him so the two of us (and James) ended up dancing together most of the night. Part of my efforts to be attracted to other people. After he left, I danced with James for...y'know, the whole rest of the night. It was a lot of fun.
They're off to Maine now and I...I am packing. Wednesday night is my last night out in Providence, as I've told everyone repeatedly. It's not that I'm self-centered.....it's just that I want to make sure everyone is there to see me off. :P
PS I will be adding pictures to this post soonish!
My aunt and her husband who live in Arizona were visiting this week. Don't get me wrong, I love them both...but, they are hugely pessimistic. Usually when they visit I get brought down from my normally happy upbeat self and get all depressed because of the gloom and doom they bring up so frequently. And, of course, my mother has to complain because, well, because they are sisters and they can't just get along perfectly.
Fortunately, this visit I was busy and preoccupied enough with other stuff aside from their visit that I didn't get brought down at all. It was just a nice visit.
So, what else has been going on? Other than packing and trying to see everyone? Well, y'know, not much. :P Work, both at Abercrombie & Fitch and at the Dark Lady. And there was that pool party.(That's a picture of me and the Bossman from Dark Lady!)
Now, the pool party would've been fantastic if fewer of my friends had had to work on Saturday. It was cool though, the people who showed up all had a good time I think. It was mostly people from A&F, Grace came. It was fun!
Then at the end, James showed up. We'd arranged that, since he was passing through RI on his way to Maine, he'd visit. He and his friend Brad were going to crash at my place (cause it's free and because, duh, they didn't make reservations at a hotel.
Those of you who've been reading this blog for forever know this about James: he disappears for months, resurfaces when I think I'm over him and then it turns out that I'm not. Pattern continues to hold true. I made a concerted effort to try to be interested in other people though, so I'm patting myself on the back for that...I think.
Brad, James, and I hit up Mirabar (which was having its 60th anniversary this weekend!) on Saturday night. It was a great time. Everyone was out for it (except the large crowds of people who were at Dark Lady, which we also visited). Billy and Jamie were having their own "good-bye" party since they are leaving, about the same time I am, for Los Angeles! Mirabar's photographer was out too, so James Brad and I will be on the club's website at some point. James has this habit where he attracts a lot of attention. It might have something to do with the fact that he's taller than basically everyone.
They had a "hot underwear contest", which essentially was people stripped down to their underwear and then the names of these people were drawn. James, Brad, and I all participated. Brad frikkin' won! It's a 100 dollar prize!
(James on his phone at the beach...)
(That's Billy on top of J.D and I think Adam...)
So, Sunday, we went up to the beach. Most of the usual crew
wasn't there, but Billy and Jamie and their friends all were so we hung out with them. Joel was there, though he was tired so he left early, and Daiv and Preston with their friend Jane showed up as well. It was a fantastic time and there may or may not have been beer and energy drinks with 6.6 alcohol in them called Tilt...I plead the fifth.
wasn't there, but Billy and Jamie and their friends all were so we hung out with them. Joel was there, though he was tired so he left early, and Daiv and Preston with their friend Jane showed up as well. It was a fantastic time and there may or may not have been beer and energy drinks with 6.6 alcohol in them called Tilt...I plead the fifth.
(And this other one is Preston and Brad...how cute!)We spent the afternoon there until the sun started to set. So, we headed to the 99 -- which is a restaurant that's kind of like a pub.
We had a great time there too and the food was excellent. If anyone ever finds themselves there, I highly recommend getting the Imperial. It's a seafood casserole with crab meat, lobster meat, and scallops. Now, I don't know what they did but I hate scallops, but I ate these ones and I liked them!(That last picture is the whole gang...me in front of course!)
We came back to my house quick to shower and change and then it was off to Mirabar again! Brad and Preston had really hit it off at the beach, and as soon as they saw each other at Mirabar they were off together again. My friend Chris, who hasn't been out in Providence since Pride (cause he's from Connecticutt and spends all his time at the clubs there) was there too, so that was super exciting. I saw a guy that looked like how I imagine Roman Heart would look like if he were thin like me, and tall. Obviously, I was attracted to him so the two of us (and James) ended up dancing together most of the night. Part of my efforts to be attracted to other people. After he left, I danced with James for...y'know, the whole rest of the night. It was a lot of fun.
They're off to Maine now and I...I am packing. Wednesday night is my last night out in Providence, as I've told everyone repeatedly. It's not that I'm self-centered.....it's just that I want to make sure everyone is there to see me off. :P
PS I will be adding pictures to this post soonish!
Sunday, January 21, 2007
"I only want to have a good time"
I really try not to make posts that have no pictures.
I also try not to swear copiously in any of my entries here.
Today, I have accepted the fact that I *must* break both of those rules in telling about my weekend.
As per usual, my weekend started Thursday. I had a date, with James. You may remember James from our very casual date before I went home for the holidays. So this was, in my estimation, a second date. I asked him out, and I paid for dinner...which had been a very nice dinner.
And that's when it started to become clear that he saw this as two friends hanging out.
He ended up coming to Club Apex in Washington D.C. with Brendan, Cody, Carl and I. I had invited him and was more than happy he was coming.
He spent almost none of the night with me. When we danced, he looked anywhere but at me and didn't touch me...he would usually brush my hand off of him in a very subtle manner if I put my hands on him.
I didn't get a good night kiss.
The worst part? I'm feeling like I was led on, but I'm not upset about it. I was so expecting to be screwed over again that I'm just like "Eh, time to move on."
Friday I was exhausted and didn't do anything. It was nice...a change of pace. But I was so tired I couldn't go to sleep until 5 in the morning.
I got a phone call at 7 in the morning. My friend Katie, a very close friend of mine who was abroad all last semester, needed help. Her boyfriend was incredibly sick and needed to be returned to campus -- which was fine, she would drive her car. The trick was getting her back to her off-campus housing.
Like the idiot or possibly the saint that I am, I got up, threw on clothes, ansd helped her out. Then she took me out to breakfast, and brought me to do the errands I had needed to do that day. I got back to my dorm at 10:40 -- 20 minutes before my alarm was set to go off. So I turned off the alarm and went to sleep. I woke up at 4 and got ready to go to work.
First of all, I woke up incredibly horny. I don't know why, since I'm very rarely horny and even more rarely THAT horny. So I was hoping to go to work at the club, and go home with somebody there.
Then my friend Karissa asked if she could come. I said okay. Then Cody needed a ride. I said okay. "I'll just get laid on Sunday," I figured, "But I can get someone's number tonight."
Tonight at work was one of those nights that makes me wonder why the hell I do that job. The utter BULLSHIT I have to put up with sometimes astounds me.
So, to start with, these two guys -- a couple -- showed up and announced they'd been hired to dance. No one who actually works there had ever seen them before, but you couldn't convince them that they weren't dancers there.
They weren't dancers. They were bitches. They began insutling another dancer there, calling him ugly (although, really, the bitchier of the two was not attractive at all, so seriously...) and insulting his friends. For no reason. Neither Chris (the other dancer) or any of the other dancers had said a word to them. They monopolized our space to dance in, too.
So, around 1:45, after making a mere $14 in tips (I was pissed about that too), I called it quits. I went to put on my clothes -- forgetting that (because I was wearing far skimpier underwear than usual) I'd worn my jeans into the DJ booth.
As I returned from the office to get my jeans, I was accosted by this 70 year old. The same one who had gotten into the passenger seat of my car? Yeah, him. Bald, nasty, full of himself, and drunk as shit. It took FOUR people as well as myself to get me away from him, and by that point? He'd not only copped a feel, he'd gotten in some hardcore fondeling. I felt so incredibly dirty and disgusting. But that's the job -- you have to put up with that shit. People are there to help, and they tried, but shit is gonna happen.
When I was back in office, clad in my jeans thankfully, I heard over the intercom a call "Security to the stage, security to the stage." One of the two bitches who thought they were dancers had punched a guy for pulling down his underwear.
Anyways, when I'm hearing him tell the story to the manager a bit later, I couldn't help myself. In a perfectly matter-of-fact, polite way I just said "Putting up with disrespect is part of the job."
He flipped the fuck out. "You're a fucking crackwhore!" he shouts, "Go smoke more crack." I was livid, but I behaved and said nothing else. My slenderness is mostly due to my Crohn's disease...do you make fun of chemo patients for being bald? NO! Get some fucking people skills, and get the fuck out of my club. Whores. I was SO PISSED.
In the meantime, Karissa finds me and tells me she's going home with somebody. She points out the guy. My eyes widened. I nodded, but I know I'm getting a call soon..."GRAHAM!! HOW COULD YOU LET ME GO HOME WITH THAT UGLY MOTHER FUCKER?!?! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!" It'll be my fault, but I'll still come pick her up.
Meanwhile, Cody had been dancing with this guy he's had a crush on for MONTHS. And then they started making out. I encouraged this...and Cody went home with his crush. We'll see what happens.
But basically, everybody got laid but me.
Although, I did get hit on by a friend of mine who is DEVESTATINGLY hot. I'll keep you posted on that.
I also try not to swear copiously in any of my entries here.
Today, I have accepted the fact that I *must* break both of those rules in telling about my weekend.
As per usual, my weekend started Thursday. I had a date, with James. You may remember James from our very casual date before I went home for the holidays. So this was, in my estimation, a second date. I asked him out, and I paid for dinner...which had been a very nice dinner.
And that's when it started to become clear that he saw this as two friends hanging out.
He ended up coming to Club Apex in Washington D.C. with Brendan, Cody, Carl and I. I had invited him and was more than happy he was coming.
He spent almost none of the night with me. When we danced, he looked anywhere but at me and didn't touch me...he would usually brush my hand off of him in a very subtle manner if I put my hands on him.
I didn't get a good night kiss.
The worst part? I'm feeling like I was led on, but I'm not upset about it. I was so expecting to be screwed over again that I'm just like "Eh, time to move on."
Friday I was exhausted and didn't do anything. It was nice...a change of pace. But I was so tired I couldn't go to sleep until 5 in the morning.
I got a phone call at 7 in the morning. My friend Katie, a very close friend of mine who was abroad all last semester, needed help. Her boyfriend was incredibly sick and needed to be returned to campus -- which was fine, she would drive her car. The trick was getting her back to her off-campus housing.
Like the idiot or possibly the saint that I am, I got up, threw on clothes, ansd helped her out. Then she took me out to breakfast, and brought me to do the errands I had needed to do that day. I got back to my dorm at 10:40 -- 20 minutes before my alarm was set to go off. So I turned off the alarm and went to sleep. I woke up at 4 and got ready to go to work.
First of all, I woke up incredibly horny. I don't know why, since I'm very rarely horny and even more rarely THAT horny. So I was hoping to go to work at the club, and go home with somebody there.
Then my friend Karissa asked if she could come. I said okay. Then Cody needed a ride. I said okay. "I'll just get laid on Sunday," I figured, "But I can get someone's number tonight."
Tonight at work was one of those nights that makes me wonder why the hell I do that job. The utter BULLSHIT I have to put up with sometimes astounds me.
So, to start with, these two guys -- a couple -- showed up and announced they'd been hired to dance. No one who actually works there had ever seen them before, but you couldn't convince them that they weren't dancers there.
They weren't dancers. They were bitches. They began insutling another dancer there, calling him ugly (although, really, the bitchier of the two was not attractive at all, so seriously...) and insulting his friends. For no reason. Neither Chris (the other dancer) or any of the other dancers had said a word to them. They monopolized our space to dance in, too.
So, around 1:45, after making a mere $14 in tips (I was pissed about that too), I called it quits. I went to put on my clothes -- forgetting that (because I was wearing far skimpier underwear than usual) I'd worn my jeans into the DJ booth.
As I returned from the office to get my jeans, I was accosted by this 70 year old. The same one who had gotten into the passenger seat of my car? Yeah, him. Bald, nasty, full of himself, and drunk as shit. It took FOUR people as well as myself to get me away from him, and by that point? He'd not only copped a feel, he'd gotten in some hardcore fondeling. I felt so incredibly dirty and disgusting. But that's the job -- you have to put up with that shit. People are there to help, and they tried, but shit is gonna happen.
When I was back in office, clad in my jeans thankfully, I heard over the intercom a call "Security to the stage, security to the stage." One of the two bitches who thought they were dancers had punched a guy for pulling down his underwear.
Anyways, when I'm hearing him tell the story to the manager a bit later, I couldn't help myself. In a perfectly matter-of-fact, polite way I just said "Putting up with disrespect is part of the job."
He flipped the fuck out. "You're a fucking crackwhore!" he shouts, "Go smoke more crack." I was livid, but I behaved and said nothing else. My slenderness is mostly due to my Crohn's disease...do you make fun of chemo patients for being bald? NO! Get some fucking people skills, and get the fuck out of my club. Whores. I was SO PISSED.
In the meantime, Karissa finds me and tells me she's going home with somebody. She points out the guy. My eyes widened. I nodded, but I know I'm getting a call soon..."GRAHAM!! HOW COULD YOU LET ME GO HOME WITH THAT UGLY MOTHER FUCKER?!?! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!" It'll be my fault, but I'll still come pick her up.
Meanwhile, Cody had been dancing with this guy he's had a crush on for MONTHS. And then they started making out. I encouraged this...and Cody went home with his crush. We'll see what happens.
But basically, everybody got laid but me.
Although, I did get hit on by a friend of mine who is DEVESTATINGLY hot. I'll keep you posted on that.
Monday, December 11, 2006
"If you didn't know then now you know!"
I am posting this now, mid-studying, because I have been waiting all day to get the pictures from this weekend but I think everyone else slept today. Must be nice. :-P
Anyhow, I am definitely going to put a number of the pictures up when I do get them (probably tomorrow night). It has been quite the weekend though, definitely.
First I had a very typical Friday. I worked at abercrombie from 8 am to 1 pm, and went back to campus. I was busy with random end-of-the-semester things, and hanging out with friends who I never get to see these days, and utterly forgot about the nap I was supposed to get before I went to work at the club.
This guy was there, James, who I had met (and given my number to) the weekend before. Let's backtrack a second and take a look at why in the hell I'd give out my number to someone I met while I was working: I was up on stage, it was getting towards the end of the night and this giant of a man -- total stud, but still, ginormously tall and built! Oh God is he built! -- and he politely goes "Can I dance with you?" in this totally gentlemanly way and of course I'm like "Yes!"
So then we danced together...and even though I was just in my underwear, he didn't let his hands wander to anywhere that the skeezy old guys let their hands wander. And he was just...he was just this huge gentleman, and it was great.
So he was at the club with a friend of his (Brad) on Friday too, and I danced with them at the end of the night. And then, yesterday, James and I went to Park City together. Then we went to dinner together.
Last night I had a couple options for what to do before going to the club. One was to go to this dance recital that our school's dance club puts on, and a lot of my friends were in it. The other was to go to the birthday party for my new friend Jenny, who I really only officially met (although we knew of each other for long before we met) a week or so ago. So I went to the birthday party, and I brought James along as my date.
We hung out in the hotel until we all had to vaminose (I don't know if that's a real w
ord but it sounds like a foreign word for "go" so...I use it :-P) to the club. We got there, Mike and I got into our undies, and then we got up on stage while the rest of the party headed up to their V.I.P. balcony lounge (where Mike and I went for all our breaks).
A good time was had by all, much clothing was removed from various party-goers...and for some reason, the masses of unintelligent club-goers tipped some of the party-goers who weren't working -- even though they had pants on. As I said about four times "It's not hard. The people wearing pants aren't employees and should not be tipped. The people who aren't wearing pants should be tipped." Still, I think I made pretty good money.
We returned to the hotel around 2:30/3:00 am and we partied for a few more hours. I won't lie, I got a little bit drunk....fortunately, James was there to hold my attention so I wasn't too slutty -- that's always a risk when there's me and alcohol. He really is a gentleman and he cuddled with me all night, which kept me busy enough to not go into the whatever-was-going-on-in-the-other-room...they had the door shut.
Morning came and it was just James, Josh, Jenny, Neil, Scotty, Sean, and myself left. We cleaned up as best as we could (pretty good if I do say so myself!) and hit the road. I brought Scotty to the train station -- he needed to take the train to Exton, so he could meet a friend, then go to Philly to catch a flight back to Oregon. Yeah, I know, long way for a party but it was called "East Meets West" for a reason -- he and Jenny have birthdays near each other so it was a dual party, and apparently they had the Portland chapter of it last weekend.
Anywho...then I came to Etown and finally got to talk to Boy-Craig. We hadn't talked at all this week, I'd been busy and he'd been...well, busy. He's still indecisive, up-down-all-around...and honestly, I'm getting very tired of it. We'll hang out over winter break and whatever happens will happen but I expect that will be the end of it.
(I know you're rejoicing over that one, Johnna. Sometimes I get a kick in the butt from my own common sense. :-P)
And then the truly bad news hit home.
The head of our theater department here, who is sort of a father figure to many of us, myself included, recently had brain surgery on a benign tumor. Unfortunately, when they opened up his skull...they discovered things are a lot worse than they thought. It's my arch-nemesis back and attacking someone else close to me: cancer.
He's a stubborn guy, tough as nails, and he's going to kick it's ass, I'm sure. There's some people that nothing can touch...Muse, Jackie, for instance. I think that Sevy (as we call him) is one of those people.
But then again, I thought that about my grandfather and Jessee (or read about her here). Still, both of them put up a good, an amazing fight and I know that Sevy will at least manage to make us proud. He still has a sense of humor -- actually, it may have even improved from when he was healthy :-P -- and he's still going to be around for us. He's turning himself into a family man, not a professor, but the theater department is one of his kids and he's going to make sure we're taken care of too.
I think we're all a little in shock. We all thought everything was fine since the surgery, we'd thought it was just the benign tumor. This was just kind of slammed on us tonight.
Credit to Jenny for the pictures! More pictures of our amazing weekend can be found on her website!
Anyhow, I am definitely going to put a number of the pictures up when I do get them (probably tomorrow night). It has been quite the weekend though, definitely.
First I had a very typical Friday. I worked at abercrombie from 8 am to 1 pm, and went back to campus. I was busy with random end-of-the-semester things, and hanging out with friends who I never get to see these days, and utterly forgot about the nap I was supposed to get before I went to work at the club.
This guy was there, James, who I had met (and given my number to) the weekend before. Let's backtrack a second and take a look at why in the hell I'd give out my number to someone I met while I was working: I was up on stage, it was getting towards the end of the night and this giant of a man -- total stud, but still, ginormously tall and built! Oh God is he built! -- and he politely goes "Can I dance with you?" in this totally gentlemanly way and of course I'm like "Yes!"So then we danced together...and even though I was just in my underwear, he didn't let his hands wander to anywhere that the skeezy old guys let their hands wander. And he was just...he was just this huge gentleman, and it was great.
So he was at the club with a friend of his (Brad) on Friday too, and I danced with them at the end of the night. And then, yesterday, James and I went to Park City together. Then we went to dinner together.
Last night I had a couple options for what to do before going to the club. One was to go to this dance recital that our school's dance club puts on, and a lot of my friends were in it. The other was to go to the birthday party for my new friend Jenny, who I really only officially met (although we knew of each other for long before we met) a week or so ago. So I went to the birthday party, and I brought James along as my date.We hung out in the hotel until we all had to vaminose (I don't know if that's a real w
ord but it sounds like a foreign word for "go" so...I use it :-P) to the club. We got there, Mike and I got into our undies, and then we got up on stage while the rest of the party headed up to their V.I.P. balcony lounge (where Mike and I went for all our breaks).A good time was had by all, much clothing was removed from various party-goers...and for some reason, the masses of unintelligent club-goers tipped some of the party-goers who weren't working -- even though they had pants on. As I said about four times "It's not hard. The people wearing pants aren't employees and should not be tipped. The people who aren't wearing pants should be tipped." Still, I think I made pretty good money.
We returned to the hotel around 2:30/3:00 am and we partied for a few more hours. I won't lie, I got a little bit drunk....fortunately, James was there to hold my attention so I wasn't too slutty -- that's always a risk when there's me and alcohol. He really is a gentleman and he cuddled with me all night, which kept me busy enough to not go into the whatever-was-going-on-in-the-other-room...they had the door shut.Morning came and it was just James, Josh, Jenny, Neil, Scotty, Sean, and myself left. We cleaned up as best as we could (pretty good if I do say so myself!) and hit the road. I brought Scotty to the train station -- he needed to take the train to Exton, so he could meet a friend, then go to Philly to catch a flight back to Oregon. Yeah, I know, long way for a party but it was called "East Meets West" for a reason -- he and Jenny have birthdays near each other so it was a dual party, and apparently they had the Portland chapter of it last weekend.
Anywho...then I came to Etown and finally got to talk to Boy-Craig. We hadn't talked at all this week, I'd been busy and he'd been...well, busy. He's still indecisive, up-down-all-around...and honestly, I'm getting very tired of it. We'll hang out over winter break and whatever happens will happen but I expect that will be the end of it.
(I know you're rejoicing over that one, Johnna. Sometimes I get a kick in the butt from my own common sense. :-P)
And then the truly bad news hit home.
The head of our theater department here, who is sort of a father figure to many of us, myself included, recently had brain surgery on a benign tumor. Unfortunately, when they opened up his skull...they discovered things are a lot worse than they thought. It's my arch-nemesis back and attacking someone else close to me: cancer.
He's a stubborn guy, tough as nails, and he's going to kick it's ass, I'm sure. There's some people that nothing can touch...Muse, Jackie, for instance. I think that Sevy (as we call him) is one of those people.
But then again, I thought that about my grandfather and Jessee (or read about her here). Still, both of them put up a good, an amazing fight and I know that Sevy will at least manage to make us proud. He still has a sense of humor -- actually, it may have even improved from when he was healthy :-P -- and he's still going to be around for us. He's turning himself into a family man, not a professor, but the theater department is one of his kids and he's going to make sure we're taken care of too.
I think we're all a little in shock. We all thought everything was fine since the surgery, we'd thought it was just the benign tumor. This was just kind of slammed on us tonight.
Credit to Jenny for the pictures! More pictures of our amazing weekend can be found on her website!
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