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!

(James on his phone at the beach...)

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.

(That's Billy on top of J.D and I think Adam...)
(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!

Wowza!!

This has been a big week.

Let me explain...rumor has it, Club XL was shut down on Tuesday. I've heard a few things, and I don't want to say anything bad that's unconfirmed at this point so I won't go into details. Suffice to say, I think that sucks.

One of the days this week, I can't remember which, I went to see Hairspray. It was awesome, even though I definitely broke some personal rules seeing it. (I always see the stage version before I see the movie, but I have never seen Hairspray on stage.)

On movie night (Tuesday) we watched Eurotrip, which was surprisingly hysterical, and Mommy Dearest. Yes, we are that gay. :-P

Thursday I went to this private beach that my family belongs to with my mother. Just my mother. I half expected it to be excruciating, but it turned out to be a nice time. We went and got ice cream afterwards (which is our tradition). We went home...and within two hours I was sick with some kind of awful cold or something.

Friday. Oh, Friday. Friday sucked. Firstly, I was sick. So I took a lot of medicine before I went to work. I ate a snack, got ready, ate a frozen dinner and was all set to go get gas and be on time for work with no rush. So mom decided I hadn't had enough to eat. And even though I argued and told her I was fine, she refused to listen. So, the twenty minutes I had planned on using to leisurely get gas were spent waiting for her to fix whatever the hell she wanted me to eat. I wolfed it down, because now I was running late and I still didn't have enough gas to get to work. And, this of course, is on top of my deadly cold and heavy medication (which helped very little). Also, it's rush hour.

So I get to the first gas station, the one that's convenient to go to on the way to work. It is packed. I sat there for ten minutes waiting for someone to get their gas and leave, and no one did. So I went to the next gas station, which is pretty much out-of-the-way. I got my gas and then I go to get out. Of course, there's no break in traffic for me to get out the way that easily puts me back the way I need to go, so I turn right instead. I officially have no time to waste waiting.
So I head down the road looking for a place to turn around. I spot a parking lot, right by an entrance ramp to the highway. I turn in, but -- mainly because I am in no way in a suitable situation to be driving, as I'm sure you understand -- I hit the curb. Although it didn't feel like I hit it that badly, as I turned around I felt a little wobbliness. Then I made it out onto the highway and the car begins to violently shake.
So I pulled over, freaking out. I think, I have to get out of the car, and see what happened. So I go to open the door. And an 18-wheeler blows by me, it would have taken off the door if I had gotten it open already. So I freak out even more and call mom. She tells me I have to get out of the car, on the passenger side. So I do. She and dad take both their cars to come help me. Meanwhile, I call A&F and tell them I'm going to be late -- which is not a newsflash since I'm already ten minutes late for my shift at this point. Then I call AAA, of course.
The one lucky break of the day is that AAA and my parents all showed up at once. The tow guy determined that it looked like I'd broken the steering rod and he would have to tow, so mom took me to work and dad dealt with that.

Unfortunately, this leaves me car-less. I helped close the store for the night and mom picked me up.
I managed to go out Saturday night (I was feeling better) by the Grace of God. And by that I mean, Grace picked me up because she wanted to go to Mirabar. It was awesome, packed, but that just meant that everyone was there. Part of this may have been because of the power outage at Avalon in Boston.
So I crashed at my friend Brian's house that night, as I had been invited to go to the beach with a bunch of them. (A beach I'd never been to before!)

Unfortunately, I'm a lot frazzled still. I neglected to bring, y'know, anything for the trip to the beach or to establish a way of getting home. Brian lent me clothes, and my dad picked me up afterwards.
Brian and I picked up Ty at his house, and then met up with Henry and his friend (who I think is named Greg?) and then we went to the beach. There we awaited the arrival of Joel -- who I hadn't met before.
Somewhere during the day, Mike, Neil, and Eric and a bunch of others showed up and their group sort of melded into ours. Later on, a group of guys -- including two of the most spectacularly gorgeous men I have ever seen in person (who were, of course, a couple, just my luck :-P). One of them, Billy, who I got talking to...I promise you...divine. And, on top of that? Did not seem to have an attitude. What are the chances, right? So it was awesome meeting them.

We left just as they started clearing out the beach because of thunder. I'm proud to say, we had the idea first. Just sayin'. So I get home, and my sunburns are beginning to show up. So mom and my brother decide we're going to go see Live Free or Die Hard. It was awesome, I think it's my second favorite Die Hard movie (the favorite being the first one of course.) Got back home afterwards, watched The Dead Zone and then the repeat of The 4400 on USA.

So at this point, I am finally relaxing in my own bed....and observing the various burned places on my body. My feet. My shins. My arms. My shouders. My back. My abdomen. My face. Fortunately, my lower back and my ass are fine so I can at least sit down.