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.

I can't get no satisfaction

I think I'm going to redo my tags in a style more like ExNavyMike's. This whole vague categorizing thing isn't working for me anymore. I'm never satisfied with this blog.

Plus, mom has my car and I'm bored.

That all said, as always, if you have any suggestions for me, let me hear 'em! (PS I'm saving up for a camera next, so that'll mean more pictures, faster!)

Oh! I have a meme to do, from Sue! I forgot about it!

PART 1: ON THE OUTSIDE
Me: Amazing
Date of birth: June 23 (it's coming up, guys, better get shopping!! :P)
Current status: Chronically Single
Eye color: blue like the Caribbean sea
Hair color: dirty blond--but with summer it'll lighten up so it's almost blond-blond
Right or left handed: ambidextrous (one of the many things that make me *quite* interesting to watch -- which hand will he use next? :P)
Zodiac: Cancer
PART 2: ON THE INSIDE
My heritage: English with teensy bits of German and Scottish and possibly Welsh
My fear: answering machines. Dead serious. Not voice mails though.
My weakness: green eyes
My perfect pizza: white pizza with chicken, brocolli, and bacon
PART 3: YESTERDAY, TODAY AND TOMORROW
Your first thought waking up: Noooooooooooooooo
Tomorrow: we celebrate my brother's birthday
Your bedtime: when I feel like it
Most missed memory: I don't know, I cherish all my memories but I don't really miss them
PART 4: YOUR PICK
Pepsi or Coke: Coke. Pepsi has citric acid, which is bad for me, and Coke does not. Plus, I have stock in Coca-Cola.
McD or Burger King: Wendy's. I'm an investor. ;)
Single or group dates: At this point, I'm not picky, I just want dates. :P
Adidas or Nike: What is Champion? Aren't they a knock-off of one of those brands? I don't know anything about shoes.
Lipton Tea or Nestea: Neither.
Chocolate or vanilla: Both. At the same time.
Cappuccino or coffee: Mocha latte.
PART 5: DO YOU...?
Smoke: No.
Curse: All the time!
PART 6: IN THE PAST MONTH, HAVE YOU...?
Drunk alcohol: TGIS was less than a month ago, wasn't it?
Gone to the mall: Yes, of course!
Been on stage: Sadly, no
Eaten sushi: Nope
PART 7: WHAT WERE YOU DOING...?
1 minute ago: This
1 hour ago: Eating and watching Judging Amy on TNT.
4 1/2 hours ago: Sleeping
1 month ago: Schoolwork, no doubt
1 year ago: I don't frikkin' remember a year ago.
PART 8: FINISH THE SENTENCE
I love: my life.
I feel: bored.
I hate: when things like the garage door break and mom needs to take my car.
I hide: very little.
I miss: my friends in PA.
I need: moneys!

PS: I'm good at hitting penguins. My top distance is 264.9. Thanks for that gem of a boredom-killer Fergie.

The Sweet Escape

This week has been fantastic. Honestly, I am super sad that it is over.

Let's see, I left ya'll off on Sunday?
Monday I don't remember anything, to be honest. I don't think I went out. I think I crashed at my friend's dorm room which is, oh yeah, back on my campus. Crazy much? Yes.

Tuesday, Carl and I drove around for much of the day and then decided to head down to Baltimore. We met up with Brendan -- who we discovered that night is my twin (not in the literal sense, but in the personality sense). For those keeping track that means we now have Tall Brendan and Twin Brendan. Anyways, Brendan was at his friend Frankie's house, and Derrick arrived shortly after us. We partied it up there and, I won't lie, somehow ended up just chilling around the house naaked. Eh, it happens. A lot with Frankie, actually. :-P
Anyways, I was laying across Frankie with my head in Derrick's lap (Derrick kept his pants on) and the boy got like jealous or something and left, and we kind of had this heated debate about it after that and I'll just say...I'm less endeared now. He's still cute, I'm just not sure he can handle me. I don't, I can't handle jealous fits.

I spent the night at Frankie's and then the next night....Twin Brendan, Frankie, and I went to a strip club in Baltimore called Spectrum. It wasn't atrocious...but it was pretty tragic. I counted twelve people other than the three of us there. Including their dancers.
They closed at midnight, and we returned to Casa di Frankie and we all crashed there that night as well.
I think if it hadn't been a Wednesday, it would have been much better. Or, at least, I hope so.

Thursday the three of us trekked down to Apex in D.C., which was alright, but not as good as some times I've been there. Okay, rephrase: the last Thursday I was there was better but it was a fairly average night for Apex.
I did run into my friend Alphonso just as we were leaving though, that was fun! Honestly, I can't remember where I crashed that night, but I am pretty sure it wasn't Frankie's.

In case you hadn't gathered this, during the day I would do a huuuuuge nothing. The next night (Friday) Club XS was having a special appearance by Billy Brandt. The Bossman had told me I could come in briefly to meet him, and I was going to Baltimore so I planned to make this a super brief introduction. As it was, I was in the club for a total of five minutes.
I walked in, discussed some stuff with the Bossman and then introduced myself to Billy Brandt. I was a little afraid I offended him as I walked out shortly after -- it really wasn't that I was star struck (well, mildly), and it had nothing at all to do with him looking very little like his pictures (still really hot though!), but more to do with that Carl was going through the McDonald's drive-through in my car, without me being there.
Anyways, I went to leave without an autograph and I was actually stopped! Billy Brandt wanted to give me an autograph!! He was a sweetheart, and he even got very slightly flustered about my name. It was kinda cute. He first spelled it "Gram" and then wrote the "ham" over the m. He was all apologetic too.
So, now, the corrected autograph reads:

Graham
Great to meet you.
Love Billy Brandt

I gotta find out if he has a blog or a Myspace or something. He's a really great guy. People seem surprised by that, but of course since I've talked to three porn stars on the blogosphere (you guys know who you are, and I adore all of you!) I was really not surprised by the fact that he's more than just a sex symbol.

So Carl and I headed down into Maryland, met up with Frankie and Twin Brendan, and then headed to Sonar. This was Frankie's first time there. It was a BLAST and so many people were there -- Derrick and Nikki who we had met last Friday, plus their friend Ethan who was cool. Twin Brendan came with us, obviously, and some of his friends were there. Tall Brendan was there with his friend Cory, who is also cool. Carl was there too. I feel like more people were there, but I must've forgotten in the excitement.
This group came on stage to do a live performance while a bunch of us were up there. Carl, Twin Brendan, and I decided to stay on stage because the performers said we could if we danced. So there we are, back up dancers to this group of phenomenal women rappers. Yeah, it was pretty fabulous.
And have I mentioned that Twin Brendan and I are like the perfect pair? You want a party, you want to have both of us there. No, for serious.

After Sonar, we went to their friend Crystal's house where we hung out in her hot tub. Yes, naked. What fun are hot tubs when you wear anything in them, right? Of course right.
So, you're really only supposed to stay in a hot tub for an hour, tops. We were definitely in it for an hour and fifteen minutes. Oh well, shit happens and we're still pretty so it must be okay. :-P

Saturday, yesterday, was the biggest day. Carl and I returned to Pennsylvania and then split up. Carl stayed in that night (party pooper :-P) but not I. I headed up to Shimmer in Harrisburg. I'm not gonna lie, it was mostly to get my flirt on with the hot soda jerk who works there and who I was pretty sure was behind the counter that night. And, yeah, I was right, Josh was there and I chatted with him for most of the time I was there.
I meant to leave at 10:30 but my car wouldn't start, so I got a ride down to Club XS and worked. Twin Brendan joined the rest of us go go dancers. It was a little bit of a dull night, not a bad night just not exactly exciting. I had a lot of fun though. And it was cool because Billy Brandt came and was just partying like everyone else. So cool. Cooler still? He remembered me from my five minute adventure the night before. As he explained it to me: "I never forget a space. I forget names, but never faces." And then he proved it by describing our meeting the night before. I was very impressed.

When Twin Brendan and I got paid, you would think that would be the end of the night, but no. We were ending my spring break with a blast, so the trio of Twin Brendan, Frankie, and I made our way to an afterhours club called 1722 in Baltimore.
To my surprise I ran into my gorgeous friend Jeci there. It was pretty shocking, but quite cool. After Seventeen, we went to eat breakfast at this neat, eccentric and eclectic diner called Paper Moon. And then Brendan went homee and I crashed at Frankie's again.

Today, Frankie brought me back to my car and I spent the rest of the day trying to get it to start, until I gave up and called AAA. They towed it to a shop for me, and I will deal with it tomorrow.
But I am back on campus, and back to the regularity of my usual life. Except, once again, minus a car. We think it's the starter that died.

The one disappointment of this week, and it was definitely made up for by the fun I had, was that I didn't get to go to NYC. Or Memphis, but that idea was shortlived anyways.

(More pictures coming!!)

I have had an exquisite* past couple of days!

Do you remember back in the day when I started my weekend partying on Thursday nights? I am back at it!
Thursday night Carl, Cody, Jenny, David, and I made our way to Club XS for college night. It was not a particularly amazing night, but it was good. With a lot of drama on the side, which ew, but that's what happens when you mix boxed wine with three people in the back seat (I stayed sober, I was riding shotgun!)
(I'm hugging my friend Eric in that picture that Cody took.)

Then Friday happened. Friday was wonderful. You know why? Because I GOT MY CAR BACK!!!! FINALLY! Six weeks after my accident, I can finally drive again! And, oh boy, I did! I drove from Harrisburg back to cmapus and then out to the Park City Mall, and then back to campus and then to York where I met up with Cody, at which point he took over driving and took my car to Townson, Maryland. We met up with our friend Brendan and headed further south to Washington D.C.
Our friend Jason was working as a shotboy at Cobalt, but since I couldn't get in and most of our companions for the night had bailed on us, no one went to Cobalt to support him. We spent the whole night at Club Apex, where there were a few gorgeous people (and I made out with a girl, eh, it happens). Mostly they were ugly, but it's alright, it was still fun.

This afternoon I awoke in my bed (lord only knows how I made it upstairs and into my room. I only remember getting to the door of my dorm.) to discover my friend Melanie STANDING IN THE DOOR WAY! I had forgotten completely that she and I were planning to watch Saved! and so...we did. And all the special features on my DVD.

So tonight I am going to work. Buuuut....I am driving myself there. And I am driving myself back. Because I have my car back!!! :)

*exquisite is a word I 100% stole from Cody.

"All are tales of human failing..."

So, I'm doing the audition tomorrow, because it is two days. I feel I can be better prepared tomorrow, although as it turns out it is primarily a modeling audition. I don't think I will get job, but I will get to meet two casting directors and that is my primary objective right now. Networking, people, networking!

Today I brought my car into the repair shop for a "tear down". I still feel as though this guy is trying to rip me off somehow, and I've talked to the insurance guy about it and basically what I got was "I want to close this file as quickly as possible." I am petrified they will decide the car is totalled, and I don't know what I will do then.
It was not comforting to see a parking lot full of partial cars. And I do mean partial -- most of the cars were really more like 2/3 of a car, some more like half.

I've talked to my mom several times today. She tried to assuage my fears over the car, but it didn't really work. She doesn't know what I'll do without one, but she said I should try to talk to the insurance guy about fixing it even if it's totalled. Obviously that will work cause he's listened to all my other suggestions so much. *eye roll*
Awkwardly enough, we discussed modeling at which point I had a realization. Mom knows I'm doing some kind of modeling, and I suspect it's my dancing (or at least my dancing over the summer) that she's aware of. See, we had a conversation much like this:
Mom: "Well, you do have some modeling experience. I don't know if you should mention it, though."
Me: "Huh?"
Mom: "It might not be the kind of experience they're looking for."
Me: (as the dim bulb brightens) "Oh! No, I expect not."
This is so like my family. My mother is overprotective to an extreme sometimes, but then she's totally relaxed and chill about the most random things. You bet your ass I'd flip a shit if I found out my child was go-go dancing, even if there wasn't anything I could do about it. Oh well, I count that as one of the reasons I love my family so much -- we're absolutely nutters.

I also went out with Katie, one of my absolute best friends. She was my driver from the car place today, and we stopped to do some of her errands along the way. We ended our visit with a conversation that was awkward, but that I think brought us closer together.
Katie: "I really need to pee. I haven't peed since this morning."
Me: "I love a good, morning pee."
Katie: "Me too. But I really hate middle of the night pees."
Me: "I know, right?"
(Beat, as what just happened sinks in)
Katie: "Did that just happen?"
Me: "Yeah. That was kinda weird."
Katie: "Little awkward. I'm glad it wasn't just me."
I don't know how or why it happened, but I figured I had to share it with all of you.

Monday Monday Monday....

I love this picture not only because of the strength it represents in that tree, but because it reminds me of when I was a kid and things were so much simpler.

There was no car to deal with, no homework, no Westboro Baptist Church protest near my school...but there was one complicated thing: I could not understand how this tree survived. It was in the Roger Williams Park Zoo in Providence, Rhode Island. This tree, an ancient tree it was massive, was fallen over. Many of its roots (probably a little less than half) weren't even in the ground anymore -- but it still sprouted leaves in the spring, was a beautiful green all summer, and then dropped it's leaves into the pond it hung over in the fall. It was fascinating.

And, for those of you who were interested in my writing, I had an idea...and now I have created a blog for said idea. Go check it out...right now I am just creating characters for the stories, but you can go check out their Glamorous life.

So, once upon a time (and I do mean that to sound like it was ages ago, it really was), I used to write as a hobby. Various stories -- science fiction, fantasy, realistic fiction.... I can't tell you the last time that I sat down and wrote any bit of any story at all, though. But our blizzard-esque snow going on outside (I'm exaggerating, but not by much) has me holed up in my room and feeling oddly creative.

And I need to do something to wholly distract myself from how much of a fiasco this car thing is turning into......
.....so I'm about to write. I don't know what, or who, or any of that....but we'll see. If it turns out to be even slightly good, I will post it later. :)

I'm so excited about this that I simply HAVE to share it.

Tonight I'm not going to work.
I'm going to the club I used to go to every weekend before I started dancing. They haven't seen me in months. They also don't know I'm coming. A few people know, but they've been instructed not to tell.

It's going to be exciting.
Unless it sucks there tonight. :-P

And for those keeping score, that means no income this week at all, but a couple thousand dollars for car repairs to spend next week. Whoops. :-P

"He made my heart stop palpitatin' every time he came hear"

I have had a hell of a month this week.
Really just the past few days.

You see, Wednesday night I went out for dinner. "I'm going to dinner, I'll be back soon!" I cheerfully announced.
Then I got lost on the way to Friendly's, where I was meeting Don and Bob. Not just once, oh no, I got lost three times.
When I finally found my way, for real, it was dark and it was snowing. I was distracted. So when the light with the sign next to it that says "Left turn yield on green" turned green, I hit the accelerator...

...and then I hit the van.
I'm fine. The people in the van are fine. The guy driving the van was a dickhead, but I think he was like that before the accident.
I got out to see if he and all his passengers were okay. They were. He got out to insinuate that I had intentionally slammed my car into him (at 3 mph...) . Then he asked if I was on drugs. How you leap to that without asking if the person has been drinking first is beyond me, but that's not the point. I gave him a "Are you shitting me?" look and said no and he told me I was going to be tested anyways. Then he asked if I had a camera on me, and I told him no. He didn't either.

So he called the police, and I, in tears, called Don and Bob. I was only a block away from them so I figured they could help me. I had realized that I could not deal with this man -- the true definition of "crotchety old pain in the ass" -- on my own. Honestly, I don't think there is a better candidate for drug testing...skip the rats, just try everything on him. He could at least maybe help out mankind that way, cause I'm sure he hasn't done anything beneficial to the planet in decades.
Seriously, he was acting like the accident looked like the picture there, instead of a minor dent in his van's side door and a smashed headlight (and corner) on my car. It was all very, very minor, not at all the fifty car pile-up he thought it was.

Anyways, it probably didn't help his attitude that after he opened his mouth the first time all of the witnesses who had stopped immediately flocked over to my car to make sure I was okay, and to assure me that it was just a car and everything would be okay. You know, those things the witnesses always say because they're feeling awkward enough without somebody bursting into tears in front of them? Yeap.

Anyways, the cop also got sick of the old fogey, and was really nice to me.
Unfortunately, after Don and Bob took me to dinner...they no longer had time to take me back to school and I couldn't drive in the snow and the dark without my headlight. So we went to Don's apartment and picked up some art supplies he needed and then made the trek to Bob's house. I spent the night there.
The next day (after I e-mailed my professor and told him I wouldn't be in class) we all went off to Philly so Don could meet his client. Then we headed back to Bob's house. The plan was to get me to my car that night, but we were running late and it got dark and snowed, again.
Except this time the roads froze. We holed up in Bob's house for the night.

Don said the sweetest thing to Bob on the way to Philly, and I want to share it with all of you: "I can't imagine why I wasn't writing your name on my notebooks with hearts in middle school."
Say it with me now: Awwww!

This morning we got my car, I drove back to campus, and made it to my anthropology class for the first time all semester. I forgot to get a syllabus but oh well. In fact, I went to all my classes, called the insurance company, and did a whole bunch of stuff.
And then I got to my room, thought for a second, and realized I am absolutely shit-faced, can't-stand-up-straight exhausted. So I didn't go to work tonight. Which is bad because I'm taking tomorrow off too.

Unfortunately, I msised the Pretty Person of the Week, my audition that I'd decided to go to (thanks to Sue's advice!), and two meetings I had on Thursday. It was all taken care of so it was fine, but it was a little disappointing.

Meanwhile, I was reminded of this thing that I'd done before by Pete Ross...so I did it again.


Cilian Murphy? Nick Lachey? Yeah I'm okay with this. Really okay.

"Gays of Our Lives"

My life is sometimes compared to a soap opera. I won't lie, sometimes it seems like it would make a good TV show. Most of the time though, I laugh at those jokes.
Not so much this weekend. This weekend has been very, very soap operatic.

Craig seems to be warm for my form* again, so that's good news. I know, every time I post it's hot or cold, but at least right now....all's well that's going well for the time-being. :-P

This weekend was...WOW. I went to work Friday, and brought two dear friends of mine who were fully intending on getting shitfaced. And oh boy did they ever!
When we got into the car to go home (this is after the bouncer Nelson helped me bring them to the car in the first place) the vomiting started. We'd been smart and brought bags. But that was when my number one fan, also drunk, decided that he should get in the passenger seat of the car next to me and try to convince me to go home with him. Now, he's like seventy, so I was pretty much like "Pop your Viagra, get a facelift or six, and come back fifty years ago. Then we'll talk." For a number one fan, he hadn't even tipped me that night, so I decided if he kept it up he was going to become my number one restraining order.
My friends vomited the entire hour ride back to school. They were still vomiting for a good long while after we got them into the dorm that I was dropping them off in.

Needless to say, I slept most of Saturday after a night like that.
Then I headed on over to the mall to get my car fixed (as I've been driving on a spare since I blew a tire two weeks ago). They had the tire. They had the rim. They were all ready to stick on my car. "Fifteen minutes," they said, "Stick around."
So I stuck around.
One hour I stuck around. I was not pleased.

So, just by sad coincidence, I was supposed to be at the theater exactly when that hour ended. So I called my stage manager for my one act and professed my profound apologies at the incompetence of the Tires Plus people. Not incompetence -- lack of time management skills.

The one acts went marvelously, and then went and struck the set. I left strike early, and went to go get ready for work. So I'm mildly shocked when Cody gives me a call and asks for Jason's number.
Now, how had he missed the little game or whatever it was where Jason refuses to give me his number and totally toys with me and my gullibility over this? C'mon now, let's be real. So I say no, and ask why.
Well, what was going on was Josh's own personal issues so I won't go into them but let me just say that this kind of shit belongs on television, not in real life. End of discussion. Get me a camera crew if this gonna keep up.

So I got to work and Cody called me to let me know that Josh was okay and safe. Cody had been out looking for Josh for at least forty-five minutes and he stayed with him until Josh's parents arrived. Then Cody came out to XS because of something else major going out:
Our friend from last school year, David, had disappeared in June when he started dating this MAJOR creepy asswad. They broke up (I think) last week, and David was just now coming back to us. Like when a character comes back to life in a TV show. It was very exciting, very good. He's shaved his head...but, hey, whatever works for him. He has a nice car now so that's an improvement. :-P
I also made a few new friends, although I didn't manage to get all their numbers so I'm hoping they'll be back for the big party that is next Saturday!

The three of us crashed at a friend of David's place. Cody slept on the floor, and David and I tried to share the couch but that wasn't so much happening. Noting my discomfort, the friend invited me to sleep in his bed with him. He warned me he was a cuddler.
Cuddling, however, led to shirt-removal, which led to making out....you know where I'm going with this. It meant nothing, it really was nothing. Just a hook-up. So incredibly just a hook-up, that it is the most hook-uppiest hook-up I have ever hooked. Which I think I'm oddly okay with, although I do feel kind of like a slut.

Today, Cody and I hung out. He brought me Oreos. Big mistake. I've been battling my addiction to those cookies and for three weeks I've not had any in the room. He brought two packages. He's a friggin' enabler. These are normal ones, but next thing you know...it's Double Stuf. Then it's the chocolate covered, or peanut butter, or caramel, or white fudge, or the funky red-cream holiday ones! And then before you know it, I'm back to spending all of my money on Oreos and not on important things!


*Credit for this phrase goes to my fabulous friend Mel!

"I can hardly stand the thrill..."

So after I went and got my underwear and got ready for work on Saturday, I got in my car and headed for the club.

And then, after a rather sharp (and badly handled) turn on a back road I have to drive on, the rattling started. Thudthudthudthudthudthud. The car vibrated, worse and worse as I kept driving. Moronic as I am, I kept driving.

Finally, on a straight stretch of highway that I didn't realize was actually a bridge until I had already pulled over, I stopped to see what the hell was going on.
I had blown a tire. I'm thinking "Great, this is an omen...tonight's gonna suck, I shouldn't go!"

But instead, I called Cody to see where he was. He was at Josh's house, which is not too far from the club (and I was like a ten-fifteen minute drive from the club) and, since Josh works for AAA, they heroically came to my rescue.

I got to the club an hour late. And made $20 more than I had made Friday night -- that's sixty bucks. There were some interesting anecdotes I would share, if the rest of the weekend weren't also such a saga! They include being forced off my box by a nearly comatose, utterly oblvious, drunk fat man who thought he should strip, and having a guy who refused to tip try to lick whipped cream off of me (I pretty much just shoved the whipped cream in his face instead...customer service may not be my strong suit when I'm not getting money :-P)
(The picture is of myself, the other go-go boys and a drag queen. From left to right: Eddie, the Baltimore drag queen Vanity Star, Mike, and Chris.)

Anyways, I realized later in the night that I had forgotten my overnight bag for the rest of the weekend's adventures...
At the end of the night, Cody, Josh, and I convinced Jason to come on down to Maryland with us for a shopping spree with our friend Brendan (who is quite wealthy). He agreed, and Cody told him it would be better if we left my car at the club (to avoid extra driving on the spare that got put on) and if he drove.
Jason, as it turns out, is a really awesome and super cool and very interesting guy, I'm glad we're becoming friends! He's even able to get me to have a conversation in a car, which for some reason is the only place I'm usually quiet.

So, we got to Brendan's very nice house and he showed us around and then, lo! He opens a fridge full of gourmet-to-go, which we devoured a lot of. Jason and I then provided a bit of unforgettable comic relief:
Jason: "If we eat before we go in the hot tub, won't we get cramps?"
Me: "Only if you're planning on swimming in the...hot tub."
Okay, maybe it is forgettable, but I still remembered so I wrote it down here anyways. :-P

As you might have guessed, we all got swim suits (Jason and I borrowing some of Brendan's) and jumped into the hot tub. Well, not jumped, but you know what I mean.
It wasn't long before Jason announced he was the first one -- and tossed his swim suit onto the side of the hot tub. The rest of us followed suit. We spent a good long time all just chilling in hot tub and it was awesome to be so comfortable around all the guys.
Then, Jason and I both being wiped out, we decided to go to bed. We pushed together the two twin beds in the guest room to make a bed that could fit all four of us with a fair amount of ease. Jason and I got into the bed and started to doze off....when Josh and Cody jumped on us!!! They stayed up a while talking loudly and obnoxiously and then I was asleep and Lord knows what else happened.

The next day we went shopping!! Our friends Adam and Jeff joined us as well. Brendan insisted on paying for everything...and we collectively cost him $1500 dollars!!! WOW! He's one of the most generous guys I have ever met, and he didn't seem to mind much at all.

Then we returned to Brendan's abode and we all ended up having a nap. Or, I did.
Now, I don't intend to talk about sex much on this blog but this was so bizarre for me that I just have to say. You see, all four of us (Cody, Jason, Josh, and I) are laying down on this fold-out couch bed in Brendan's basement while Adam, Brendan, and Jeff danced upstairs (I think they were doing that anyways.)
Now, I'm having kinda weird, pretty sexual dreams. Which, y'know, that happens sometimes. Except, when I woke up my hand was in Josh's pants. His hand was on mine. Josh is my best friend Cody's boyfriend. I sat bolt upright and was like "Wha?" only then noticing exactly how turned on I seemed to be. Cody, meanwhile is laughing. Jason too is awake. Everyone's turned on, but fully dressed.
Apparently, this sort of psuedo-fooling around had been going on for a while, and I'd been asleep for most of it. I woke up in the middle. I guess I was participating despite being asleep? What the hell, I miss all this good stuff. :-P

After that little...episode, we went upstairs, ate, and then had to leave so I could get to a meeting for work at abercrombie in time. I made it, and have been ridiculously busy ever since.

Tonight, I went out to the club to party on their 18+ night. It was pretty dead, but I think that's mostly because people are planning on going out to their HUUUGE pre-Thanksgiving party tomorrow night.

Now, I'm packing for the eight hour train ride I have ahead of me tomorrow to get home for the holidays. Craig and I are talking like we used to, so now I'm not so sure...could we go back to being more than just friends? I think so, he's acting like he does too. Is it a good idea to try again? Certainly we'll lay out different ground rules this time if we try...like how there will be no lunch dates!

(The pictures of me dancing are totally not the best pictures of me, but whatever, they'll do. :-P)