Thank Goodness I'm Scandalous

So The Diary of Anne Frank is over. It went extremely well.

It was followed almost immediately by my elbow surgery. At some point, I'm sure I'll be glad I opted for getting my arthritis dealt with. Right now...not so much. I'm in agony, I feel totally useless and while everyone's been super sympathetic, I wish I had a little more company when I'm just stuck in my apartment. Phone calls at the very least.
Anyhow....I've been glad because I've been extremely high on Percocet.
Amanda moved in for my recovery period. She's been great taking care of me, but I'm totally wearing on her by taking up so much of her time.

Tuesday I think I was at my highest. At one point, I was out on this grassy part of our campus we call the Dell, and I was being totally loud and obnoxious. While I was out there, I saw this boy who is totally beautiful. I mean, I'd seen him before (many, many times), but that's not the point. The point is, I was (am) high as a kite on pain meds.
So an hour later, I'm on Facebook being nostalgic and adding people from my high school, some of whom I never liked or even spoke to (I blame the meds) when this boy appears on that new "People You May Know" thing which has yet to show me anyone I would actually want to add for any reason. (Of course, as I say that, I switch over to Facebook and see someone I do know in that very same box...) Anyways, of course I decide to send him a message. Here's the message:

I just randomly saw your Facebook and thought I'd say hi since I just saw you out on the Dell. I probably wouldn't normally do this, but I'm totally high on pain meds and I'm really bored right now, so I'm kinda like "whatever" but this'll probably be one of those "seemed like a good idea at the time" decisions. Oh well.
So...hi! Hope I wasn't too obnoxious on the Dell for you and your friends!

Naturally, he didn't answer. So, of course, as predicted, I realized that was, honestly, stupid. I've spent much of the week panicking about he and his friends' reactions and trying to go up to him and apologize.
I realized last night that I should just let it go, so I have. Now it's just a funny story about me being high on Percocet.

We started physical therapy on Thursday...it sucked. A lot.
Also Thursday, Amanda's friend from MA Corey came for a visit. He's been talking to Tyler in a romantic sense, so he came to visit both of them (cause ain't nobody coming to Amish country from New England to visit one person). Corey was here all weekend (mostly with Tyler, though, actually). He came with me to see some staged readings on Thursday though, which was good because going to shows alone is kind of lame and it's also kind of scary to be a cripple and be all alone.

Friday was Day of Silence. I've never failed before, but....this year, I found myself alone and in desperate need of Percacet, and I can't medicate myself because I can't open anything. So, I had to speak.
I also realized I was going to run out of Percacet over the weekend, so I called the doctor. Of course, it's a Friday night and he's gone for the weekend so I get stuck with the bitchy and stupid nurse who tells me she will get me a pain medicine. She also makes an appointment to get my stitches out (and tells me quite firmly that I have only the one option).
So they call me an hour later to tell me my prescription has been sent out. My prescription for Vicodin. Now before you druggies get all excited, let's compared Percacet and Vicodin -- which I didn't do until today, actually.
Percacet is an upper. Vicodin is a downer.
Percacet is much stronger than Vicodin so...Vicodin only dulls the pain, Percacet gets rid of it.
Not so thrilled about this change in medication.

Anyways, this weekend was TGIS at our campus. That stands for Thank Goodness It's Spring -- at least, officially it does. Depending who you ask, it can also mean "Thank God I'm Smashed", "Thank God I'm Slutty" or -- in the case of the shirts a number of us got -- "Tanked. Gone. Intoxicated. Smashed." The school plans all kinds of activities and the students plan all kinds of parties. It is the most social weekend of the year, and the purpose of it -- in my opinion -- is to make new friends. I consider TGIS a total failure if I am not adding at least five people I met that weekend on Facebook afterwards.
I knew I wouldn't be able to drink, with my medication and all, so I was just...y'know, flying high all weekend. I let Amanda go do her own thing as much as she wanted, and I agreed to stay on campus, on her floor on Friday night.

So, Friday, after the comedy improv show that a bunch of us went to, I met up with Elissa and we went partying. (At the party we went to, btw, the gorgeous guy from my previous embarrassing story was there.) Elissa had been abroad ALL semester so it was great seeing her again. I met two of Elissa's best friends as well as one of their boyfriends and this gorgeous straight guy who, technically, I'd met before briefly -- he'd taught me about these delicious orange gummy candies.
Saturday was the TGIS carnival, which we went to for food. (Everyone goes, seriously.) Brighid's cousin came, she's fabulous, we hung out with her. Then we went to a baseball game which was fun til it started to rain. We had to flee from the water, because my stitches can't get wet. The most gorgeous couple I ever saw helped me get Amanda's jacket on. I didn't catch their names from them, but from others I've gathered that their names are Heather and Charlie. They're both completely beautiful and as far as I'm concerned, total saints. Seriously, if I was a sculptor and I had two arms, I'd make a statue of them and call it "Peter Wishes He was This Kickass Holy".
Saturday night, I went to hang out with the straight boys. There was not much going on, but we all hung out and as usual, I had a blast. Honestly, that whole group of people (not just the boys though, the girls in the group as well) are my favorite people to hang out with. So Amanda and I were with them all night and had a blast. I met a couple new guys to adore in the same sort of way that I adore like Jake and Andrew and Ryan and both Mikes (etc). I felt bad though, because I kept calling Bridger before we got there, and then I got so overwhelmed, I never actually saw him.
Afterwards, Amanda and I hit up the TGIS dance. It was a BLAST. After a while, I found a good place where people hardly ever bumped into me and danced there with Ashton, cause she was the one around and I'd decided other places on the floor were dangerous so I opted out of bringing my other friends to me there. I still got bumped like twice, but far less than before.
Ashton was amazed that I could dance the way I was, with only one arm (my arm has to be in a sling when I'm in public, you see) but it made me realize: going clubbing like that will not be so bad cause I still have all my moves -- just without my left arm.

Anyways, that was my weekend. Today's been dull -- except for the never ending pain in my elbow that the Vicodin can't get rid of. There was actually a fair amount of drama this weekend too, but I've been high and didn't really notice most of it. I guess it must not have had to do with me and/or been that important.

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

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

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

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

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

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

How could you do this to me, Patriots? HOW???

I definitely, definitely, definitely need to share this weekends adventures with you. Because, well, wow. Y'know what I mean?

Firstly though, I have to give some shout outs to my friends who I just found out are readers of my blog: Andrew, Bridger, Tommy, Jake, possibly Mike....hi! :D
(PS For everyone reading, you can comment without getting an account on this site. And I think you should. :D)

So, Friday night we went to Town. But usually we go to Towson, we meet up with Brendan at his place, and we go and it's almost all covered by him because, seriously, there is not a more generous guy around. (Plus, the fact that he can spare the money really helps.)
But, this weekend, well, there was an after party after XS on Thursday. (Of course, I couldn't have gone even if I had hadn't to work, thank you classes...) and Brendan ended up having to take care of his friend Dakota all Friday, into the night, because the hangover was that hardcore. So, those of us that usually go with Brendan quickly pulled together a plan for all of us to go down together. Pay for ourselves, and our own beverages (until we each found someone to buy them for us that is), and I was going to tip each of the dancers out of my own wallet as well.

I always tip the dancers, even ones I may not know or like, because I understand how hard they are working. Also, Town doesn't have any dancers who aren't hot. Also, I want them to know and like me for when I start working there (after I've been working out for a while and then audition.)

Anyways, so I went up to the second floor instead of sticking around for the drag show. The drag queens they get aren't bad, but I'm still very disenchanted with drag in general after having dated a drag queen. So I headed upstairs, alone, and said hi to the Brandon and Dennis, since they dance there and I know them.
Then, I headed over to the bar where two bartenders I had previously Myspaced (what? I'm not creepy) were working. Bill and Antonio. And I chatted with them, and got my first Red Bull of the night from Antonio. They were extremely entertaining and just the best bartenders. Did I mention that they're gorgeous as well? So I was stayed over by them until the second floor got a bit more crowded.

At one point, this man came over and ordered a drink from Antonio. The guy was very hot and very clearly in some sort of military. Turns out, he was a Marine. And he was very popular, and I kinda had my eye on him all night.
But, and I know we all saw this coming if we know me at all, he was straight and ended up going home with a girl.
Also on the flirtatious front; this guy I hardcore oggle every week wasn't there (sad face!), and I was totally going to actually talk to him. Also, there was no sign of my Angel of Vogue.

My really good friend Don was there, and while we were hanging out he asked one of the dancers (Jared I think?) out to dinner, so, as far as I know, Don went on a dinner date with a gorgeous and exotic go go boy. Yay for Don!
For myself, I caught the eye of one of the dancers, Aric, who's been my favorite for weeks. And when I say "caught the eye" I mean, he liked the fact that I gave him a large tip (although, due to a miscalculation on my part, it wasn't as big as I had wanted it to be...) He actually came over and talked to me, and we had a nice although far too brief conversation about dancing, and getting spray painted. (As we recall, it's something I have experience with, and he mentioned that he was getting sprayed gold on Saturday so I had to share because...I can't help myself, and I always either talk too little or too much when I'm around hot and nice guys.) (Though, he has a boyfriend -- according to Myspace anyways -- so it doesn't matter that I'm an idiot and/or I subconsciously sabotage my chances with every guy that isn't James, as my friends would say.)

So, we left Town after having met way more people than on any of our previous visits, and hit up a McDonalds that was totally overwhelmed. And they put ketchup on my burger, after we asked three times for them to leave it off.
And thus, the others in my car (Jeff, April, Carl, and Damon, I think I forgot to say) witnessed my fast food strategy. Total sweetheart while ordering, total bitch once I have my food.
"You have to ask for it when you're ordering."
"We did. Three times. Get me one without ketchup."
And the cars behind us started honking.
"Uh, uh...why don't you pull into a parking space and I will bring one out to you."
Grahamburger: scaring fast food employees since 1987.

So, Saturday I went to the second and final Meisner Technique workshop. We finally got into character, and scripts and things like that. Seriously, this is hardcore stuff and I definitely learned a lot. I will be using some of that in my acting in the future, and I hope to take some more classes on the technique.

Katie, Ashley, and I headed over to a restaurant for dinner after the workshop. This one restaurant has chicken wings that I can eat despite my special dietary restrictions. After that we watched Georgia Rule. Despite the terrible reviews it received, I thought it was a great movie. I think it was so unpopular just because it dealt with things that, really, people don't like to deal with and swept nothing under the carpet. It also reminded me why I love Lindsay Lohan and hope that she can survive to adulthood (though she's been doing pretty good lately, and that makes me happy!)
This was followed by watching Coyote Ugly. Just as fabulous and awesome and fantastic as ever. God, I love that movie.

Katie was seriously sick with flu symptoms the whole time though, so I wasn't just hosting Ashley, I was also playing nurse the whole time I was home. This wasn't that big a deal, but it kinda meant I couldn't like...leave the state. Which had kinda been the plan....(one of these weekends, I'll make it down to Delaware to go clubbing...)

So, after that, I thought I might go hang out with my straight guy friends. It's been waaay too long. I know that being around them makes me a total glutton for punishment (all that I want, nothing I can have :P) but we already knew that. I knew they were doing stuff that night, so I called, tried to find out where they were....but with the drinking and the noise....
Well, two hours later when I found the place, it was just in time to discover Mike, Mike, and Jake all leaving so I gave them a ride so they didn't have to walk in the cold and then I went home and slept.

But most of the guys were at tonight's Superbowl party, which was a BLAST and a half. It was hosted by Crystal and Cara (C&C) -- and really, if I were going to be straight, these would be my dream girls. Other than Gwen Stefani. And then the guys (or the "boiz" as I sometimes like to call them) were there, and all the rest of C&C's friends. And we just had a great time.
Even though the Patriots lost.
On my way home, I was thinking about it. Ever since I found out what a fag-stag was, I've been wanting one. But it dawned on me...why do I need some sort of new different and special relationship with a straight guy when I've got this? I've got a whole gang of guys who don't mind when I hit on them, who freely joke about that time I apparently got super drunk and tried grabbing their junk (I don't remember this, it's really sad), who I can talk fashion to, who I can call gay, who I can have a walk-off with, and who try repeatedly to wrestle me even though they know it will turn me on in all kinds of unhealthy ways, who read my blog despite it's extremely gay content. Like, boo-hoo they don't come out to the clubs with me; do I really need them to? I like their company more than I like most gay guys (although, the gays really know how to party, and even though the boiz' parties are fun, it ain't no gay party :P). So it was a really fun night.
Even though the Patriots lost.

Did I mention the Patriots lost?