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.

"Before we play the game, let me say that I never lose"

So, let me start by saying that I am in SUCH a good mood today. I slept an almost normal amount of sleep (unlike my 12 hour coma the night before...that was some crazy ass shit :-P), and when I woke up I pulled out my as-of-yet unopened book Yoga in Bed by Edward Vilga. The book is full of nice easy stretches to do in the morning when you first wake up and right before you go to bed. The stretches are very easy to do and perfect for beginners like myself, and perfect for people who don't have time to do yoga during the day. It even includes tips for power napping -- something I can really use! I highly recommend it.
It's definitely a step in the right direction for something I haven't been doing terrifically at: taking care of myself. I also took my morning pills today -- it's been a while since I took my pills. I've also written down a to-do list for tomorrow that includes calling my doctor and making an appointment. I've got enough going for me right now that I can't afford to be slacking off and ending up in the hospital.

Another thing improving my mood? Fairview Sue, of course! She did this whole post about how fabulous and unscratched I am and it really brightened my...well, I guess this is still morning since I've only been awake for a couple hours. (No, but since I went to bed at 6 am, I'm really not a waste of life!)
And the comment that our favorite Down Under stud Shaney left on the post was also an ego boost. :)

Speaking of Down Under studs...Aussiebum not only makes the hottest underwear, but they have the most gorgeous models. Seriously. I've been going through the site this morning looking at things I want to order when I think mom won't mind or get suspicious or after she's found out I'm go-go dancing and finished flipping out about it. :-P

Anyways, I won't keep you waiting any longer, I know what you want to hear about (or at least I think I do)....last night was....WOW. I know I say that every time I have a weekend or go out for a night, but every night I get surprised at how much fun I have!
First of all, I hadn't been out with the kids from our Gay\Straight Alliance since November, really. Some of them I hadn't even seen since November when I started working at the club I now work at (almost!) every weekend. Also, my friend and Queer Mentor* who graduated at the end of last year showed up on campus to surprise us!
Also, Cody found out I was going so he went. As did Brendan, bringing a new friend of his named Joey. Carl was there with some friends of his. And my friend John who I haven't seen since November was there. Codi, who bartends there, was there with his boyfriend even though he wasn't working tonight. Mark was there, Danny was there, Adam was DJing, Will was training the new bartender, Jacki was working the door, Loki was on staff, Ray was doing security, Brenda was checking IDs...all these people I hadn't seen in forever because they work there! All in all, it was amazing to see all of these people!

Unfortunately, there were like 3 people there who I didn't know. They were awesome, but it was dead. It was cool though, we made the party happen.

(This picture is of my lesbian (yes, mine) Margie and I doing our "Just a Little Too Late" faces at each other while the song was playing. Her Lesbian Death Glare has been perfected.)

Worse still, there was drama. Well, apparently there was some lesbian drama going on, but I followed the Treatise of Drama* and stayed the hell out of it. But there was other drama....
Now, I had heard that some of the bartenders and managers from the club I work at had gone to this club and made asses out of themselves and been banned. I hadn't realized that they had gone so far as to ban all employees of the rival club -- which includes me. I understand their thinking here, I really do, but there were some problems with that:
-I hadn't driven, which means I was going to be stuck in the stairwell til 2 in the morning.
-From a business perspective, 11 people from my school came. Most weekends they stay on campus for their partying. Not to be stuck on myself BUT....what does that tell you?
-There were probably less than 10 people there who weren't there in the.
-When I take a night off...I have no other clubs to go to.
Anyways, Jacki talked to Loki on my behalf (after she gave me my five bucks back and told me I had to leave in a really apologetic way). She said she was going to discuss it with the club's owner too, because I have never given her a problem. Which, I'm sure isn't true, but whatever.

Anyways, I was allowed in for the night and she didn't take a cover charge the second time I went in...so I bought a lot of drinks. The new bartender they had that night, Josh I think they said his name was....CUTE!! Gonna have to go back soon, and on one of his weekends, so I can maybe talk to him a little bit more. I gave him big tips though, so I think I got his attention at least. (Also, I was talking to Brendan and said "The new bartender is CUTE!" right when the song faded so I'm damn sure he heard it. Whoops. :-P)

*At my school, we have these people called "Peer Mentors" who teach incoming freshmen about our school. Ryan, my "Queer Mentor" taught me about the gay culture when I came out, so we call him that. In return, I am referred to as his protogay. (protoge? It's really very clever. :-P)

*The Treatise of Drama is a (fictional) document written and signed in the early '70s (or whenever) which clearly states that gay men are not to be involved in lesbian drama and lesbians are not to be involved in gay drama. If it is mixed drama, it is fair game. All drama is fair game for heterosexuals.