It's been way too long since I wrote here, and there has been way too much alcohol consumed.
Let's see, Wednesday evening (last Wednesday, that is, not yesterday) Chris and I went to Thayer Street and walked along it, and then ate ice cream. Then we went to retro night at Mirabar, of course. It was fun, cause we really got to show each other off to our friends (and his co-workers). If there's anything I love about dating, it's showing off Chris. He was seriously so adorable about my leaving too. (Although he kept reminding me to "be good", like I was going to forget to not cheat? It was kind of annoying, but he and I talked about it and we're all good.)
Thursday I drove all frikkin' day to get to Maryland and shortly thereafter, Brendan and I left for XS. Where I got very very drunk. Which was fun! I met a lot of cool new people too -- and I even remember a few of them! Kinda. Almost everyone was there, except a few people who had gone up to Allentown where Jeffy's birthday celebration was going on. It was supposed to be at XS, but there was drama (surprise!) so he had to move it. I didn't know about the drama until far too late to move mine (plus, Allentown is three hours away so....) Anyways, Cody was there (he'd never seen me drunk before...), Jordan, Kenny, Amanda, Anthony (who was celebrating his 18th birthday too), Will, basically, tons and tons of people!
The next day we headed down to Washington D.C to go to Town. It was basically the same crew, and then some. (Including two new people: Mitchel and Larry, who were very cool.) Once we got there, pretty much all of my friends in DC showed up which was incredibly awesome. I mean, there were a few I didn't get to see but oh well. You win some, you lose some. Now, if I had been drunk at XS then I was really and truly wasted at Town -- everyone kept buying me drinks. Like everyone. I didn't like half of them -- too strong -- but I drank them anyways because they were a gift. Anyways, fairly early in the night I decided that, with all of the gorgeous guys around that I couldn't hook up with, I was going to find a boy for Jeff to make out. I focused on one of the go go boys there (one who I, of course, think is breath-taking -- there's a story about the first time I saw him actually but I'll tell it later :P). But eventually I was too drunk to continue trying to get Jeff to make out and I wandered away all Attention Deficit-y. Ooooh, and Cody and I went at it that night! First, I was already irked by the fact that he didn't come to RI for my birthday because he'd spent all his money on drinking. Then he compared me to my evil, evil ex-boyfriend -- the one we don't talk about. Yeah. I slapped him and then continued dancing as if it hadn't happened. Good times. Anyways, I had SUCH a fun, drunken night. But I was exhausted by the time we left -- even though I had no desire to leave yet. So during the car ride back, I passed out on Larry.
The next day, I helped Brendan clean his house for people that were coming to look at it, interested buyers, y'know. Then he sent me off to the mall where I bought the cutest shirt on sale at Guess. Then I headed down to almost DC to hang out with Simon, we spent a few hours together before heading off to BeBar -- where I'd never been. Honest to God, I'm in love with the place, it was (for almost week, until I was out in NYC that is :P) my favorite bar ever. After BeBar we went and had an afterparty. We all passed out around 6 in the morning, after a rousing game of Kings. When we finally all woke up, I was driven out to where we'd left my car (it was fine) and I drove Simon home and then headed back to Brendan's.
And that's all you get for now. I'll finish the story of the road trip tomorrow, I promise/swear on my life. Then I'll get you caught up on everything that's happened since.
Soooo, someone had the best weekend ever and there's a really good chance that it was me. Okay, actually, straight up, it was me.
See, it was Alphonso's birthday this weekend so of course I had to figure out how to get there. After XS on Thursday, which was much fun as usual, I went home and tried to figure out how to get to DC as soon as possible. I had had a ride initially, but it fell through. Y'know, it happens.
Then Friday, I banged out eleven pages of the script for that TV show I talked about before. No chance of it being produced in sight, but let me tell you....so far, it's good. And it keeps getting better, in my head anyways.
That night, Cody picked me up and we headed to Towson. Stuff happened, we almost didn't go to Town, but I joined Jeffy, Josh, and Sam on their way down. And, as the death defying ride continued, we discovered I could have gone with a much saner driver and Brendan was still coming down. Oh well. :P (I still luv you Jeffy, I just don't want to ride with you ever again. :P)
So once we finally made it to Town, that was a blast. Tons of people, new and old, to hang out with. All the dancers I know and love were there. And Dennis -- oh, I felt so bad although everyone kind of got a kick out of this -- hurt himself so he and I both had slings on our left arms. People took pictures of us with out slings. When I'm famous, that's going to end up in a tabloid somewhere, I know it. :P I reintroduced myself to Simon, which became kind of an inside joke for the weekend. Oh, inside jokes...how you make me laugh -- but quietly, to myself so other people don't think I'm skitzo.
After Town was a party at Alphonso's that ended up lasting until about 6:30 am. It was a total blast and I met some amazing people there. I also got hit on a lot, which was unfortunate because -- as you ought to know by now if you've been reading this blog for a while -- I've got very mixed feelings about being hit on and I think sex with people you don't know is typically extremely ugh. When everyone had finally left, and everything was cleaned up without the birthday boy having to do anything, Allie and I went to bed. I was totally exhausted.
We woke up super late on Saturday and went to eat at this great little restaurant. I ordered Crab Cakes Benedict, and although I can assure you there were no crabs harmed in the making of my meal (which may have been a mistake, I don't know) it was delicious!
Saturday night was a party at Alphonso's. Tons of people were there. It was fantastic. Some of them were people I'd already met (like Simon, who reintroduced himself to me :P) but a lot of them were new. About the time people were heading off to various clubs -- the party was kind of in shifts -- I headed off to a club called the Rock and Roll Hotel with some of my new friends, Ryan, Shawn, Aaron, Drew, and Michael -- some of my favorites of the whole weekend. When we were there we also met JR who is cool as shit. A lot of the music was new to me, Baltimore House, and I have to say I LOOOOOOVED IT!! It was a total blast, and I can't wait to hang out with all those boys again. It was by far better than the last time I ran off to hang out with people I'd just met. Ryan and Shawn also introduced me to this:
The most hysterical thing ever.
So we got back to Alphonso's around 3 am and the party was still going strong, although not for much longer. Met some more people, talked to some people I had already met, had a blast. Passed out.
Sunday, Alphonso and I cleaned up, went out to a place called The Diner for breakfast, and stayed in and watched movies. The weather was gross, but I finally got the chance to see I Am Legend and got the chance to pass up seeing Babel, which officially grossed me out. A lot.
This morning, I took the train up from DC to Philly and then back to central PA. Now, Katie and I are working on tying up the loose ends here and heading home for the summer. Thursday we're going to NYC for the day and I'm really hoping I'll still manage an appearance at XS. Friday I should be at Town one final time. Saturday is Katie's graduation ceremony, and then Sunday morning -- bright and early because with my whole elbow thing this is going to be a long a hellish road trip -- I will go home to Rhode Island. ...and from there...well, you'll just have to find out. ;) Let's just say this summer will be gooood, especially since I'm starting to get back some of that old spark and spontaneity that I seemed to have lost.
I have celebrated so much birthdays lately! It's making me even more excited for mine!
Amanda's birthday was Friday so we went out to XS on Thursday and went down to Town on Friday to celebrate. Amanda, Jeff, Cody, Michael, and I went down to DC with Brendan. Coincidentally, my friend Aaron has been celebrating his birthday as well (which was Wednesday) in the same locations. To surprise Amanda, Brighid and Tyler came down to DC. She loved it. (I'll let you all imagine the things going on in my head.) Town was actually really awkward and uncomfortable for me until I decided to bail on the people I came with and hang out almost exclusively with Alphonso. I guess I should have taken three Percocets instead of just two. (The third one for the high and not the pain relief -- although I got jostled a lot and that was not fun either.)
So, this week has been overall, quite enjoyable because, honestly, karma's a raging bitch on PMS and she is kicking everybody's asses. I know it's sick, but I love it. There's been several examples of this, most of which I'm not going to get into because I know that won't end well.
First -- and probably my favorite -- who remembers Anthony? My ex who cheated on me, on my campus after just a couple weeks? Saw him -- didn't recognize him, he looks reminiscent of a hobo at the moment -- and he proceeded to tell me, as if I would be sympathetic, that his ex cheated on him. With a girl. Actually, the situation it seems was very Kat-esque in that the girl was in the picture the whole time, and Anthony was unknowingly the "other man". Love. My. Life.
There is another karmic incident that you will no doubt be interested in, but at present I can't.
My least favorite of these incidents is actually a realization that I totally had my own karmic kickback (that doesn't seem to be over yet). I'm not going to get into too much, because the boy in question does read this blog. (Or did...given his (what I've interpreted as) distant and strange behavior over the past couple days, I'm not going to make any attempts to predict anything he does.) Suffice to say, I was an asshole and I had the whole thing with Michael coming to me, totally earned. Not sure I've earned all of the treatment I've been getting but...oh well. I've been told by multiple people I just need to let "it" blow over for a few days. No clue was "it" is, of course. And I'd rather have "it" get talked about than have "it" lying under the surface of our friendship waiting for an opportunity to boil to the surface and cause even more trouble later.
Now, for the final point of this entry...Jeff, Adam Brody is this guy:And whether or not you agree with me, you definitely look like the love child of Adam Brody and Orlando Bloom.
Well, the boy drama has finally come to a head and is absolutely, for real, finally finished now. I'm going to write all about it -- from my perspective of course (and those involved are more than welcome to leave comments with their versions written out should they so choose). I realize this is the sort of post that tends to get me in trouble with people, but you know what? I officially don't care. :)
Last night, Tyler and I had a long conversation because I had been hearing things that went absolutely against the things he had been telling me about the whole situation that had arisen around Michael. He had been assuring me that he and Michael would just be friends, and I was hearing from multiple sources that he kept saying how unfair I was being and how impossible what I was asking was. Now, I have trust issues and he knows that. So I told him that Thursday night as XS he would be given the chance to SHOW me that he and Michael were just friends. I told him they could not make out, all kissing (period) should remain on the cheeks -- if there had to be any. I told him I didn't want them to be alone for long periods of time. Maybe I was being unfair, but as I said to Tyler, who in this whole situation has been being fair to me either? (Of course, Tyler insisted that he'd been fair since the very beginning but...you know, I didn't quite see it that way and he didn't really give any examples of that.)
So we were fine. We even went shopping together today. (And by shopping, I mean, I drove him so he could buy a shirt.) I also planned to drive him to his orientation for his summer job on Sunday (which I will still do unless he decides he wants another ride. I don't back down on things I say I'll do, even if shit has hit the fan and things suck ass.)
So, we get to XS tonight -- Amanda, Brighid, Tyler, and I. We meet up with a few of our friends and of course run into some by surprise (though Dylan -- who is straight -- was totally the biggest surprise of all! But yay for him being there!) Of course, Michael was there. And as soon as he joined our group, he and Tyler were basically attached at the hip. Which I didn't take issue with. Nor did I take issue with their almost constant dancing together or little bit more than friendly hand placement while doing so. (Okay, I'm kinda kidding -- I only noted hand placement like twice and it was not because I was watching their hands, I'm not that obsessive.) The first time the two disappeared off together, I was a little concerned. Especially because they took off, not like we left them. But I let it slide. The second time they were alone together, I let it slide -- though not as easily. The third time they took off to be alone, I was a lot less comfortable. Especially because it lasted much much longer than the other times -- around a half hour. On one occassion, when I was going to talk to Dylan, I passed by the room. I glanced in at the two of them on the couch -- of course. To my dismay, Tyler looked like he was moving away from Michael. Both had their hands raised, Michael's bent over his head. Tyler was in the middle of lowering his from what looked like the same position. To me that body language read: "We just made out!"
I fully intended to confront Tyler about this once the club closed. No such luck, as he found out rather quickly that I was upset. He exploded at me, denying that they had made out and claiming he'd done nothing wrong. That may be the truth, but here's the question: If you knew you had a good friendship that was basically resting on one night, would you or would you not make an effort to keep that friendship? Cause I wasn't seeing any effort on his part. Honestly, and I told Tyler this, if he'd asked me to lay off of a guy that I liked and who liked me, I would have. Without any hesitation. Isn't that part of being someone's best friend?
I texted Michael following this and apologized, saying that I had wanted to avoid it all that night. Truthfully, I had. He replied with a texting say he was too old for high school drama bullshit. (Which, while quite valid, was a tiny bit funny because Brendan mentioned that Michael's also been talking to a high school senior.) I said that I knew he was, and apologized again, and then -- finally working up the nerve, or possibly being royally pissed off enough -- I asked him if I could ask him a few questions before he never spoke to me again. For a long while there was no answer, so I sent another text that said I guessed that meant no and I hoped he had a good night. Then I got a reply: "What do you want to know?" I narrowed my list of questions I didn't have enough spine to ask down to two: "Why don't you answer Amanda's texts?" and "What did I do, if anything, to make you stop being interested?" I clarified that the second question was merely for the sake of self-improvement -- although I expected that closure would help in the moving on process. His response was that Amanda had only texted him once (though he'd never answered and she'd assumed this was a hint.) Then he said, and I'm quoting this directly from my phone: "secondly why the fuck are you so determined to control everyone's lives? its super irritating and im done with it" Well, thanks, Michael, but I really didn't feel like I was controlling you before this Tyler thing arose (and even then, I was only trying to control one thing about one aspect of Tyler's life because it affected my life). So I asked for clarification: "How was i trying to control your life?" His response: "Enough..i would prefer if we didnt talk for a while" Yeah, he's a charmer. Frustrated, upset, and now even more pissed because I was being dropped by Michael again, I sent what may have been one of my meanest text messages ever. Possibly uncalled for, and I should probably apologize for it later, but it legit did make me feel better: "Don't answer. Nice of you to still leave me hanging. That does seem to be something you're good at. Have a good however long a while is then. Bye."
Bottom line is: I don't give a rat's ass anymore and those two can do whatever they want. I'm done with them both.
I don't know what I would do without this blog. I'm so much calmer right now, having written this all out, that I can even imagine sleeping tonight!!
Things get crazier here all of the time. Since the last time I updated, a lot has happened, so I'm going to breeze through all of that and then talk about what's really on my mind right now.
Thursday, a large group of my friends went to XS. It was fun.
Friday was a party with friends from school, but Beau came with Katie and I too. The cutie charmed the socks right off everyone, myself included! There's some pictures, but to protect the innocent I'm not gonna share. :P It was themed to be "Something That Happened on the Day of Your Birth". If you could, you were supposed to dress as whatever event you chose. Katie, Beau, and I all failed to dress as an event, but at least we had looked up our birth dates to find one to comment on. I chose two: the birth of a straight female porn star and Madonna being on the cover of Cosmopolitan.
Saturday, I hung out with Beau some more and then he headed out. Then I joined up with Cody and Aaron and we headed to Jeffy's and then a whole gaggle of us headed over to Philadelphia to party at XII Air Command for Charlie's 17th birthday -- cause it's 17+ on Saturdays. I met a guy there, he works the door and his name is Drew and he's got beautiful lips. I mean, there's no chance of it going anywhere because how often am I in Philadelphia? Never, right? Right.
I got back at 4 in the morning, slept like log (for once!) and went to rehearsal. I was there most of the day Sunday. And much of Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday. Yay tech week!
Last night, The Diary of Anne Frank opened. It was great. Afterwards, Amanda and Tyler and Brighid and I went to XS. My hair was still white. Tons of people were there, all abuzz with tons of gossip about topics I won't get into because it doesn't concern me but let's just say someone in our little circle of friends is making headlines, unfortunately not in a happy way. Michael was also there. And, surprise surprise, that's what I want to talk about. After Easter weekend, Michael basically disappeared. I know that he and I talked about how nothing was likely to happen until we had graduated, but he wasn't answering texts or anything and we had talked about hanging out at least one more time. I was a little put off but more than that I was concerned. Finally, I messaged him on Myspace and he answered and explained that he'd just been really busy. Makes sense, I have been too. Further lack of communication until I message him on Myspace inviting him to Wednesday's preview show. He declines, politely, but does inquire as to whether or not I will be at XS on Thursday. So, lo and behold, he's there, I'm there...and Tyler's there. And Michael is like absorbed in Tyler, and Tyler is of course seeming to be interested in Michael, because how could you not be? Brendan tells me that Michael's been talking to some high school senior (which seems to be a recurring theme for me). That's fine. What I'm not yet okay with is flirtation between Michael and one of my best friends. Of course, unbeknownst to me, the two have been talking on Myspace for a couple of weeks. Why Tyler didn't tell me, I don't understand. But we talked about it today, and Ty and I are fine. Ish. I explained that to Tyler, who was trying to respect that. I tried to tell Michael, but I just could not work up the balls to pull him aside and say anything. I sent him a text message this morning explaining why I'd been upset and apologizing if I'd been bitchy. He called me that afternoon from work, said hi, asked how my day was. We chatted a little bit. He said "I got your text, I'm sorry I didn't answer. It's been a busy day." I apologized once more for being weird and he told me it was okay, it was totally understandable. Then he said he had a customer and he would call me back in a little while. There has still been no phone call from him.
Talking to friends has not made me any less upset or at all happier about the situation. Everyone seems to think I'm reacting reasonably here. Chloe, however, says that by apologizing I'm giving him power he shouldn't have. The cast of Anne Frank seems to think that the purpose of his phone call this afternoon was just to be a dick. Somehow, I just can't find fault in the boy. I mean, I try because blaming myself for feeling and acting like this truly sucks. I call him "asshole" and "dickwad" and "jerkface" and raise my voice and shake my fist and occasionally hit things, but I've never felt like he deserved any of that. Is that weird?
I'm trying really hard to move on, or at least manage to put my feelings on hold and behave like a sane and rational person. I'm genuinely happy for him if he's got this other boy that I don't know and hopefully will never meet. That's great! And I could see him flirt with almost anyone and be fine -- so I'm making progress. But it still stings to see him flirting with my best friends.
What's worse, and what makes less sense, is how much trouble I have talking to him now. It's so awkward. I have hundreds of things I think of to say and ask. I want to hear him tell me every detail of his day, I want to know where he goes, what he does, who he talks to -- everything. I want to see his smile (I won't lie, the main reason he's still on my top friends on Myspace is because that means I get to see that smile whenever I log on); I want to make him smile. I'm seriously crushing hard, and it's totally ridiculous because I spent less than a week hanging out with him or talking to him. And in that week we talked about everything...now all that comes out of my mouth, if anything is "What's up?" and there's so much more going on in my head that for some reason I can articulate at all.
I'm figuring a few more rounds of John Tucker Must Die this week -- since I don't have rehearsal -- and a lot of chocolate and ice cream and I should be absolutely okay again. God I hope so.
Thursday...let me explain Thursday. Katie called me from work and informed me that her doctor had called and determined -- a week later -- that there was actually a fracture on her foot in the x-rays. She was informed that it was urgent for her to see an orthopedic doctor immediately. So, after my 12:30 class, I took Katie to her appointment with the orthopedic doctor who is coincidentally the same one I am seeing on March 31st about my elbow. So she filled out her paperwork, and we waited. We got brought to a room. And we wait. Fifty-six minutes we waited -- which is lucky for him, because after an hour I go look for the doctor. (Yeah, I'm one of those guys.) He breezes in, barely introducing himself, feels Katie's foot and says "I didn't see a fracture on the x-rays" and makes like he's going to leave. Without so much as looking at the x-rays with her. Katie gets upset -- this is the fifth doctor she's seen, and she keeps being tossed back and forth between "it's broken" and "it's just a sprain". The doctor tells his technician to call her family doctor and ask about this supposed fracture. Then, he walks out of the room. The technician makes the five minute phone call and then we spend a half an hour waiting for this doctor to return. When he did, he insisted that even if there was a fracture, it wasn't causing the pain and therefore it wasn't important and he would not be treating it. He diagnosed Katie with a "perrenial tendon sprain", and told her to do physical therapy, and sent her out to the check out. At the check out desk, they got confused by the lack of a follow up appointment, which confused Katie, so she ended up crying again. The doctor had her brought into a room so he could "try to help her understand" so she wouldn't be upset -- and by that, he meant explain what he'd already explained only this time in a more condescending tone. All in all, we spent two hours there and saw the doctor for a total of seven minutes.
Then, we had to rush because Katie's relatives were meeting us at our apartment that night for dinner, and I had to pick up my road trip comrades from campus before six o'clock. We sent Ty, Amanda, and Dara in my car to the diner and we ate dinner with Russ, Mandy, and the three little tykes....who, despite was Katie assured me would happen, immediately adopted me (rather than avoiding me). They're fun and good kids but it was still miserable in that I don't like little children sort of way.
Thursday night was a riot. We all went to Club XS (even Katie because that horrible doctor said she could) and almost everyone was there, it was crazy fun! We came back to my apartment and had a slumber party there -- Katie gave up her bed and she and I crashed on my futon.
The next morning, we all left for New England. Well, not as early as we'd intended. We picked up an extra passenger -- my friend Meghan who decided she didn't want to take the train (I've road tripped with her before). Then we stopped for breakfast. So we didn't really leave til like 11 am. Then there was construction. And traffic. And then a truck blocked our view of a vital road sign and because of this we ended up having to drive through New York City -- fortunately, the navigation on my phone (who we've named Rhonda) saved us. It also got us up through Connecticutt into Massachusetts to Amanada's house, down to Meghan's in RI. All in all, it was a nine hour drive. Fortunately, the company was good and we switched off drivers.
After just a couple hours home, I set off to work at the Dark Lady's beach party. There were tons of new faces, as well as plenty of familiar ones. It was a great time. I also kinda met a guy. Yeah, I might talk about that later...but at the same time, meeting guys in RI does me how much good? Pretty much none.
Today has been fairly relax. I got coffee with Matt -- the guy from last night -- and then we went and got my car inspected and then I've been chilling at home and running errands but pretty soon I'll be heading out again.
Instead of bringing a bunch of straight boys with me to Club XS Thursday, I ended up taking an entourage of girls. It was still a total blast. And a ton of people were there, which was so exciting. And they let me in for free this week -- I don't get it but I'm a fan.
I moved my car instead of risking a ticket or getting towed. So I moved the car to a Dunkin Donuts parking lot, and just in case, I bought a donut and put it in the driver's seat so I couldn't be accused of not being a customer in their parking lot. I'm so proud of myself for that one.
Winning the award for most ironic moment ever, Thursday I got a plastic Easter egg from my friend Allison. Who is Jewish. That's one for the memoirs.
Last night, I was all prepped and ready to head down to Town and I started down when Damon gave me a call and asked if I was going. I ended up picking him up and then he drove my car down to DC where we met up with Cody, Brendan, and Adam. We spent hours there and had a total blast but it wasn't anything unusual or different, really. I hung out a little bit with the dancers there -- Aric, Dennis, Brandon, and Jared. (Shane wasn't working but I can't get over how fabulous he looked, I wish I had a picture.) I cannot wait til my elbow is fixed and I start working out so I can be in shape enough to work with them! Bill was our bartender, which is always good although I'm guessing from how everyone else (who was over 21) reacted to their alcohol consumption that he was being very heavy-handed with the alcohol. :P
So, I drove home from DC when we left, which was cool. Despite the rush hour (cause the clubs were letting out) and the fact that it was a city...I didn't freak out or anything. Apparently I *am* capable of big city driving other than Providence. Isn't that cool? Also, Damon taught me how to use my new phone's navigation feature! Woooo!!
Anyways, it's been a fun weekend so far. I have no idea what's in store for the rest of it but I imagine we'll find out soon!
Oh, since I failed to take any pictures that I can put on my comp last night (I don't have cords from my phone to my comp, I don't know why :P) I'm gonna throw some of Blake Riley's new photos up there! (I'm borrowing from the new album on his Myspace!)
I know, it has nothing to do with anything, but you have to admit the guy is gorgeous!
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.
I've had a confusing weekend, I mean, emotionally speaking. (Of course, I just now realized why: guess who's having his man period! :P)
So, this week things dwindled at school as everyone geared up for our poorly timed spring break which manages to exactly not coincide with the spring break of any school I know of -- or spring, for that matter.
Anyways, I am more than relieved for several reasons to escape with my friend Amanda to XS on Thursday night. Once there, we were almost immediately introduced to Brendan's compatriots for the night. The first, Jared, is a go go boy from New York state. As far as he goes...he was quite a character, but other details about him are not particularly necessary for my stories. (Brendan would probably disagree, but then again this is myblog and I'm not going to tell Brendan's stories on it. :P) Anyways, Jared was Brendan's date for the weekend. We were also introduced to Michael -- a tiny bit shorter than me, but gorgeous enough that I am more than willing to make an exception to my taller-is-better rule. (That makes the total number of people who are exceptions to that rule up to 3.) As we talk about the boys, I suddenly recall having briefly met Michael once before. He had already made this connection. Once again, yours truly is the slow one. :P Anyhow, I begin flirting with Michael. Subtly at first (well, subtly for me) but more overtly as the night went on. I know, I know, I have a problem being like relaxed when it comes to boys and I come on too strong and just, in general, completely sabotage myself. Which is too bad, because when I'm not actually interested, I'm a damn master at flirting. But the real master of flirting -- Jason -- Michael also caught his eye. And despite the fact that Jason and I are good friends, he never lets that stop him from flirting with people. (Whereas, if I'm aware that a friend of mine is into someone, I almost always back off.) (Maybe this tiny bit of selflessness is why I never get guys and Jason never has an issue with that?)
After the club, we went to the diner. Where I sat next to Michael, we talked the whole time and shared our food. (Amanda too.) And then we shared our phone numbers -- yeah, I got a boy's phone number!
So I got back to my apartment at 4 in the morning. Slept til 6. Woke up. Brought Katie to the airport. Went back to the apartment. Slept a half hour. Went to class. Didn't have the short story read that we were discussing -- but it's okay, no one did. As I am trying to kill time between my two classes (my class that goes in between them was canceled because the prof was already on spring break, grr) and calling people. I call Jason, with the intent of seeing if he needed a ride to Town (he was having car issues). Turns out, he needs someone to help him get his car to the shop. I volunteer. So, I head over to his place and follow him in his car to the car place, then drive him back. He gave me a birch beer (OMG I love those things, ps) and soon I was on my way back to school. Got back just in time for my acting class. Which basically consisted of, "They wouldn't let me cancel class. I marked you all as here. Have fun on break, bye!"
So I went to my apartment. And once I'm there, I get a call from Michael wondering if I want to hang out with him after he gets off work but before we go to Brendan's to meet everyone for Town. I'm totally game, of course, so I get ready quickly and flew down to the mall he works at and met him as he got off work. Or as he was supposed to get off work. Fifty minutes later, we left the Nordstroms where he works and went to his apartment where we chilled, ate, and then where he got ready. We headed over to Brendan's (later than we meant to because someone couldn't decide on a shirt...:P) where we met up with Brendan, Jason, Jared and a brand new Carl. Carl is Jared's ex-boyfriend and fellow go go boy who drove down from New York. I don't get it either, to be totally honest. But he was cool.
Jason wasn't feeling well and almost didn't come to Town, but Michael kept telling him he should, so Jason gave in. I think I would've felt bad if he didn't come, since he went all the way down to Brendan's house and then he would've just driven back. Like, way to get yourself all hyped up for a party and then go home and sleep. :P But Jason came with us.
And he and Michael flirted most of the night. Meanwhile, I also flirted with Michael and sometimes it seemed like he was flirting back and other times, not so much. I can't tell with boys anymore.
So, after Town, we went back to Brendan's. Jason got himself set up to sleep on the couch as usual, as Carl and Jared and Brendan disappeared upstairs for bed. Michael and I weren't sure whether or not we were gonna sleep there or at his apartment (which is not far away). Since my car was in the mall, I couldn't up and leave but -- I'll be honest -- I was feeling pretty discouraged by the whole Jason/Michael thing and I probably would have come home and let them have at it if I'd had the option. It was a good thing I didn't have the option, cause I totally would have regretted it.
So, yeah, Michael and I cuddled (and nothing else you dirty sex-addicts) off-and-on through the night, and I don't know about him but I woke up feeling very refreshed. We got him off to work and I got my car and came home where I am now. With no idea what I'm doing between now and when I have to work tomorrow at 12.
Actually, that's a lie. I've been awake for like an hour. :P
Anyways, to start off with, I just want to say "YAY SHANEY!" because he commented my last post. Going back to that, a whole bunch of you were all trying to impress upon me the importance of Anne Frank's story. Go back, reread, guys. I never said I wasn't enthusiastic about the show. I never said I didn't get why it's an important show. I said I wasn't enthusiastic about the role that I'm playing. Which is still true, he's just not a character you can do a lot with. He's got a limp (we think he had a limp, all I've found is that he was injured in WWI and that in other productions, he had a limp in his left leg), I'm playing around with that. Other than that, there's pretty much nothing you can do with this guy. (No offense if any of Victor Kugler's relatives read this...as a historical figure, he's amazing and fascinating. As a character in the newly adapted version of The Diary of Anne Frank he's a dull and depressing bearer of bad news who shows up three times for like a minute and a half each. If he were still alive, I'm pretty sure he'd sue.)
Anyways, Cody's been complaining about how I haven't been writing. Truth is....I really haven't felt like it. I've been seriously stressing lately, mostly over money. Scratch that, entirely over money. Right now, I can't go grocery shopping, I don't have the funds. So I've been eating on campus. But next week is spring break, and I'm not going anywhere, so we'll see how fast I starve. :-P After spring break, I'm going to start working out on campus, because its free, until the end of the school year. Despite my whole I-can't-work-out-in-front-of-lots-of-people-who-know-me thing.
The screen on my cell phone died. I managed to get an upgrade, so I have a new phone. It's pretty. It's cute. It has a camera! It does not hold a charge. And, ultimately (with the mail-in rebate) it will only cost me 3 dollars. Yaya! And cause of the camera, it means that soon there will be more pictures on this blog!!
I have this...disgraceful atrocity on my face next to my mouth -- it looks like a herpe -- but my friend Michele (who is not exactly a dermatologist, but a bio/psych major is close enough for me) assures me that it's probably from dry skin.
What else is going on? Not much. This past weekend was boring....weather screwed it up on Thursday and Friday, then I had to work on Saturday. So, that was blah.
Oh, but I will say this: the weekend before was anything BUT boring. Thursday was XS, as per usual. It was pretty normal, packed and fun. And I went to the diner afterwards, despite my Friday morning classes, as I was really hungry.
Friday -- oh Friday! TJ had this dinner party in Reading, which I promised I would go to for a little while. After we were served our drinks (the wait was ridiculous), I fled the scene and made it to Towson in a much shorter amount of time than I should have been able to. But I sped. And tricked a cop into pulling over someone else. I'm awesome like that.
Anyways, we got to Towson and we all finished get hottified at Brendan's house as usual -- I think this is a nice ritual we've sort of accidentally started. Anyways, so we went to Town and had a blast. I hung out with the dancers there a bunch, which is always fun. They're amazing guys and I love that I know most of them now. There was a V-Day thing going on, people could get numbers (which were on stickers you put on yourself) and using those, you could send messages to other people or give them flowers or candy. There were several big screens displaying the messages and who had flowers and candy and such. It was cool, and sometimes trashy, and awesome. My favorite was the one that ended with the signature "Ashley from the bathroom". We ran into Erik, who, if we saw each other more than once a year, would be almost the perfect boyfriend for me. :-P I sent him a message using the screens, but he was high as a kite, and thought it came from Brendan. Shit happens, y'know. (Brendan best be backin' up off my boi, yo. :-P) But Erik and I danced some and that was fun. It was funny though -- because I'm totally inept at flirting when I mean it -- so Cody goes up to help me write the message to Erik, and he and Jared (I think that's his name, he's one of the dancers I don't know as well) are like standing on either side of my, giving me advice. And I am, of course, like panicking, cause I don't know how good their advice will be. Smooth, Graham, smooth. (And I'm pretty sure Jared now thinks I'm retarded.)
After Town, we all went back to Brendan's and crashed. Cody and Bill shared a bed cause of how they're dating, and I got my own -- which is nice, I guess. I suppose it's less awkward than if Bill and I had shared beds and Cody has been alone. Anyways -- some of you know this, others don't. Not only am I kind of an exhibitionist, I like to watch. If you know what I'm saying. So, Cody and Bill are both horny. And both like to be watched. And they have not yet actually had sex. (Although I'm sure they fooled around.) So there I am, and I got to see the two lovebirds bang for the first time! (And even though I'm not really attracted to either one of them separately, it was kind of hot. Just sayin'.)
(The pictures, of me talking to Dennis, were taken by Hott Boyz Entertainment....and, they're from several weeks ago, I just didn't feel like going back and putting them in the correct post. :P)
Saturday night, Katie and I hung out. A bunch of our friends turned 21, so we, with plans of not getting too drunk, went to one party. By the time we decided to go to the other, we called the DD and she was like "It's pretty much died down." So I called up Jake, one of my straight guys, to see what he was up too. Neither one of us was in any shape to drive home, so when Tom (a visiting straight guy that I love who I had no idea would be in town) answered the phone, we went over with plans of sobering up. Yeah, that didn't happen. We drank. We played drinking games. We had a blast. We tried to leave, but Katie -- drunk and in heels -- couldn't go very far. So...Katie, Tom, and I snuggled on the futon in Jake's room. I was incapable of moving at all, stuck between the two of them.
And the next morning, I awoke, still drunk, and headed for where I was meeting the cast of Anne Frank to go down to DC to go to the Holocaust museum. I sobered up pretty quickly that morning -- before we even made it into Maryland I was fine. And it was, except for how depressing and gruesome the museum is, a really fun day of cast-bonding.
To express to you exactly how crazy my week has been, I'll tell you this: I have three -- yes, three -- saved drafts of posts from during the week that were from times when I thought I had time to write, and didn't.
So, keep your eyes peeled for posts from before this, an in-depth of the Superbowl Sunday party; a discussion of sour gummy candies; and a recounting of my various auditions of the week.
So I will summarize the auditions: I auditioned and got called back to two different things. I have since been cast as Mr. Kraler in The Diary of Anne Frank. I hate myself for this, but I am not enthused for this role. But then I remember similar feelings for other shows, and I've ended up loving them. So I'm trying to draw comparisons between this role and Jellaby from Arcadia (he's a similarly sized part) to drum up enthusiasm. So far, no luck. I'll get there, I'm sure. I may or may not have been cast in the stage reading of The Trouble With Therapy, I really haven't checked the cast list. I need to do that though. I'm not holding my breath but we'll see.
Also, invitations to this sort of prom-esque dance our college has for juniors and seniors got sent out this week. It's in April, but we have to register this month...and I'm pretty sure that's with our dates too. I'm still looking for my date. Before you even say it, I asked James and he said no. I have a couple back up plans, should nothing pan out (thank you Damon and Dakota for that!)
So, I headed to XS after sort of but not really getting ready because I was hurrying to get there after one of my call-back auditions. It was a DJ Khumeleon week which means, of course, that it is packed and with a lot of straight men from Maryland. As usual, most of the guys I wanted to talk to were straight but... I did meet a boy, though. And for fear of jinxing anything, that's all I'll say. Oh, and he looks reminiscent Adam Brody. Only prettier and taller.
Friday, I went straight from classes to Harrisburg where I met up with Carl and we went down to the apartment he is living at where several of us met up before going down to Towson to meet up with the rest of the gang. Ultimately, we had three cars going down to DC this week. That's a record for us and our entourage was huge. It was a lot of fun though. Like an extra ultra lot of fun.
Saturday was interesting only because, in all of the cars, and car-switching, etc that had occured when leaving Town I had managed to get separated from my jacket. And my car keys. So things got complex but we managed to reunite me with all of my stuff and I was able to collect and deposit my paycheck. Which is good, because I was overdrawn. Unfortch, that won't change til tomorrow.
So, basically, I'm facing the most profound lack of money I have ever personally experienced. Something to get used to, since I'm graduating in three semesters. :P Overall though, I'm pretty content. In fact, I think, right now the only thing that could make me more content would be having a new outfit (or two) for this weekend coming up. Yeaya!
This week has been one shock after another. Surprise, surprise, surprise!
I guess it really started with a kidnapping of sorts. My duties to our schools GSA dragged me down to York for a GLBT youth-group meeting on Thursday night. It was kinda cool. Of course, there's a confidentiality thing so I can't say much more but....there was a panel discussion about AIDS and HIV and I have never had so much fun with a microvirus. I also learned some stuff about the virus and its history.
Anyways, I ended up getting to XS extremely late. I have never parked so far from the club, or seen it that packed. I figure with so many more people there, finding someone to make out with should be a sure thing. Second surprise of the night: about 35% of the men in that club were straight. All of them cool with guys hitting on them (I mean, they were in a gay bar) but totally not gonna make out with me. Of course, as per usual, I was uninterested in almost every gay guy around. I don't know what it is, but I'm just drawn to those heteros no matter how unnatural their lifestyle may be. :P (I jest, of course.) It did reinforce my desire for a fag stag of my very own, who I can take clubbing with me. Another surprise happened that night; I saw a cute boy yawning in a corner, and I decided to head over to him. As I approached, he closed his mouth. Now, who ever heard of a boy only being cute when he's yawning????? A question for the ages, ladies and gentlemen. The plus side of it being so packed was that so many of my friends were there, and even though we often had trouble finding each other, we rocked that place so hard and we all had a total blast. I hope it's that awesome next time I get to go, because it totally re-energized me about the place.
Katie was away for the weekend, but of course I was too busy to enjoy the apartment too much. Although I'm noticing now, it somehow turned into a mess and that is certainly my fault. Note to self: clean tomorrow. Moving on... ....Friday classes were all fairly typical. Then I went to get my haircut. I didn't have the time to get my dye job fixed, so I said to my hair dresser "Chop it all off." She gave me a weird look. "Like, shave it?" She knows enough about me and about style in general to know that that is not a good idea. "Well, no, just cut it back down to the blonde." So, I'm blonde again. With ridiculously short hair.
Then it was down to Maryland where I met up with Brendan, Cody, Josh, Jason, and Kellen. We raided Brendan's fridge and pantry, and then it was off to Town. I made sure I brought money to tip the dancers because, well, now I know two of them....and two of them I would love to get to know (in the biblical sense, mayhaps? :P). Only one didn't get tipped, and he's hot and all, but not as hot and he never talks to me or anything. That's what he gets. :-P I was not so much seeking someone to flirt with or whatever at Town, mostly I was enjoying hanging out with Cody and Josh, who I feel like I never see anymore. (Although, I was reminded over the course of the night, there may have been a reason or two that I stopped hanging out with them so much...) We had a great time being the centers of attention...or at least, imagining that we were the centers of attention. Each really hot guy that I saw ended up having an encounter with another guy's tongue when I decided I should go talk to him. It was a little awkward. This cute but way too short guy hit on me and danced with me at one point. That was fun, but like I said, too short. Then, that night's surprise happened. Just before we left, Madonna began to play. I was looking for some of the people we came with, when this gorgeous guy stepped out in front of me, grabbed my hands, and made me vogue. It was fun, funny, bold, spontaneous and awesome. So, of course, Cody (known for his fantastic timing :P) chose that moment to tell me we were leaving. When I turned to say bye to the Angel of Vogue....he was gone.
We all crashed at Brendan's that night and in the morning I ran off to school to attend a workshop on the Meisner technique of acting. Weird ass stuff but who knows, it might help me out. I have a second workshop to go to this weekend.
I left from the workshop and went straight to work, where I closed the store and then spent the rest of the night doing nothing, alone in the apartment. I checked my e-mail and discovered that I did not get enough votes to beat out the competition, and I will not be in this year's Mr. Etown Pageant. I'm not shocked, we're in central PA, like they're going to elect the (out) gay kid? (Of course, at least one closet case got in, because the gays are secretly well-loved even here. :P) Sunday was nice and relaxing too.
Monday, I had classes and stuff and to be totally honest, it was really uninteresting and I don't really remember it. I was incredibly busy and I didn't make it home til well after Katie had gone to sleep. Tuesday was pretty much the same. Wednesday was a fantastic day for eye candy. American Eagle called me -- repeatedly -- and gave me some rather unexpected hours. 8 pm to 12am on Thursday. Which means, no XS.
So, I went to bed late with an idea that I would sleep right up until my 3:30 class, go to that, eat dinner, and go straight to work. So at 9 am, when they called and begged me to work in the morning too, I was less than pleased. I've just come back from today's second unscheduled shift. How's that for a surprise?
In other news, I am totally obsessed with Make Me a Supermodel on Bravo. If you're watching, here's my thoughts: I hope Ben wins, because he's only a couple of inches thicker than me at the waist and that will be a success for thin men everywhere. On the other hand, Ronnie and Perry are both really gorgeous. In fact, at this point, I'm pretty sure Perry is going to win.
Tomorrow, I am doing classes and then I am rocking Town.
Kind of a slutty one. Which is leading me to this question, which you should all answer in the comments: what was your best sexual experience?
Actually, that was the best part. Most phenomenal sex ever.
(This may be too much information for some of you, but anyways....) I was shocked that it was so good. Like really shocked. Normally when I'm bottoming, I sort of take control (mostly because I find that most tops don't really know what the hell they're doing) but I was just like "You do what you doing, cause this is amazing." I mean, it lacked all kinds of things that I find normally make sex better -- it was kind of impersonal, we never kissed, he never once touched any of my spots (but that's okay, because my spots had been getting all kinds of attention from people with no intention of taking care of the horniness they were causing...), there was no oral or foreplay what-so-ever, and we didn't even get into any of my three favorite positions at any point. Nor did we cuddle afterwards, or eat. And, yet, totally the best sex of my life. I mean, first of all, I was not expecting sex to happen at all, and then I was not expecting anything like...wow-worthy. Unfortunately, I'm also pretty sure that it was just a one time deal. Which is okay, I mean, at least now I really have something to compare other guys to....
So, I'm wondering about other people's best-sex-ever. Leave me a comment, anonymous or otherwise, and tell me a little bit about it. Are you still with that person? Did you even date that person? Was it surprising or did you expect that it would be good? Talk about it.
By the way, I will not be revealing the identity of this sex god to anyone, so there's really no need to ask.
Moving on, I went to Club XS on Thursday night. I got in free, despite that I no longer work there. This made me extremely happy and, trust me, it will continue if they want me to keep going, because -- and this is probably just that I was spoiled by Providence or maybe XS has gone downhill or something -- but, even though I had fun, it really was not that great.
I did run into Alexis, who is, to this day, my favorite transsexual. Even more favorite than the one who works the corner outside the Dark Lady, and I do love her dearly. :P I haven't seen Alexis in forever, really. She is pretty much the only person left over from when I was dating my evil ex that I actually have the desire to associate with. And lemme tell ya, the gurl looks GOOD.
I got to see a bunch of my other friends, but nobody I hadn't seen for as long as Alexis.
The next day, I planned to drive down to DC myself but I ended up stopping by my friend Jason's house and we went down together. Of course, Jason is very A-List in DC so he split as soon as we got there. As I'm not A-list down there (yet) he can't really be seen with me for extended periods of time. :P But I was hanging out with Alphonso (a DC A-lister who will spend time with me in public :P) and some of his friends part of the night, and my good friend Don was there. Don had disappeared for a while, but he seems ready to return. A couple newsflashes about Don -- who is also extremely A-list every where he goes -- he is looking into getting some plays he's written produced. He's also a pretty successful artist. Anyways, we didn't get much chance to catch up because he was wasted but nevertheless, it was great seeing him.
I am pretty sure I will be getting a job at Town (the club in DC.) The dancers make more than we made at XS. I might wait to try to audition til after I've been working out for a while. More on that later.
Saturday was extremely dull, with no job to keep me busy. Katie and I looked and looked for something 18+ to do and, around 10:00 found something in Philly at the 12th Air Command. I was all gung ho, but Katie was, as usual, reasonable, and pointed out that the two of us going to Philly where we know nobody by ourselves was probably going to be lame. Plus, two hour drive meant getting there at midnight, and turning around at 2 am. Not worth it. I cannot wait to be 21. Not for the alcohol. For the being-able-to-go-wherever-whenever. Anyways, so we hung out and my friend Billy came over and he hung out with us. We drank a little -- which I probably would not have consumed any alcohol at all if I'd been able to go out. Thank you retarded Pennsylvania alcohol laws. You've managed to cause yet another under-ager (actually, two, cause of Billy) to drink because we lacked an alternative after 9:30 pm.
Today, was very relaxing. It was a very good day. And just a little bit ago, Katie and I checked out the gym that's not too far away. Actually, it's a ten minute walk, so there's our warm up and cool down right off the bat! It's also very affordable for college students, so it's looking like a very likely place to go.
Sadly, next weekend will be rough. No clubbing or partying because I will have to work overnight shifts at American Eagle. Fortunately, my paycheck is going to be amazing.
Now that you've been caught up on meaningless stuff like my car and my short play....here's the real deal update:
Two things I know you're concerned about: my party life, and my love life. Cause you guys are shallow like me, admit it.
Soo...since partying it up hardcore (Steve's favorite word) in Providence, working at the Dark Lady twice (Thanksgiving Eve and then the following Saturday), parties in Central Pennsylvania have been, well, drab. As is my usual first response after a taste of Providence.
So I haven't stayed in Pennsylvania. Okay, mostly I did. You know, I went to XS a lot. Thanks to my car issues, not as much as I wanted to though. I didn't get to work as much either, so I'm a little broke, but that's beside the point. Unfortunately, going to the club less means I'm going to more on campus parties and drinking more. Plus, Katie and I had our own Christmas party which quite a few people came to and, yes, we drank. But Katie and I baked cookies for that too!!
Anyways, the big event was heading down to DC for Town. You see, it's been around for about a month and it is supposed to be the biggest best party in the region. It is. No lie. I had more fun that night, in that crazy party. I want to go back every week -- and when I'm around here, I think I can. I'm seeing about getting a job there when I get back from the holidays. It was SO thrilling.
Speaking of thrilling, this just in: Jason Sechrest said I was fucking adorable. JASON FUCKING SECHREST LIKES MY LOOK (or pretends to, though I really don't know where the motive behind that would be). Where the hell do I sign up for HIM??? And who is gonna pay for me to go to LA like...uhm, now. (Okay, after New Year's. :P)
Right, and that brings us to my love life. Actually, there's a teeny something here: someone sent IMs from AIM to my phone (which is the same as texting me cause my phone is that old school :P). Here's our clues about this person's identity: I see them almost every day, I don't talk to them much any more (I didn't talk to a lot of people much this semester, it was a rough one on me), and I believe they had an exam Friday morning, and I am Facebook friends with them. They said they were shy, which truly cuts down on which of my friends it could be. We can also be pretty sure this person is in the closet. I've figured out several people that it isn't. More than that, I've figured out: it would be absolutely impossible for me to date a closet case on our campus. Remember Anthony? Remember how all of campus found out he'd cheated on me before I did? I have no secrets from these people. :-P That doesn't mean I wouldn't try, though, depending, of course, on who it is.
And that brings us to our close. In conclusion... Katie: "I like it so much better when you don't have your conscience." Graham: "Well, I just picked it up somewhere and I can't find the receipt." We've determined that we're much more Jack & Karen than Will & Grace.
I got pictures from Jenny (and from Matthias but his are a little more adult than I like to show on here...:P) of this weekend! *And* a video!
Did I mention that I for serious love my life.
So, anyways, also go and look at that last post for more pictures!
Here's some from after I left, I feel like I definitely should have stayed!All gay men -- even Blake Riley -- love Jenny. And her boobs.Josh seems to be enjoying himself even though Blake and Christian are clearly paying more attention to Matthias. (No offense Josh, but I can't really blame them. Look at Matthias' underwear!) I want to be Jenny. That's all there is to it.
Soooo...how is everyone doing? I am having a fantastic weekend. I don't have the pictures or videos yet, but I think there's enough that they can get a whole seperate post.
Mainly because of my new heroes: Christian Owen, Blake Riley, Tommy Blade, and Aaron James. Oh, which reminds me, the porn star I was asking about before is JetSet's Aaron James. I asked him. Thanks for all the help, guys. :-P
Anyways, this weekend. Ooooh, this weekend! Let's start with way earlier in the week. I'd been talking to Christian Owen over Myspace about his upcoming appearance. He suggested I should talk to Joel about coming in on Friday...which I planned to do until I realized that Friday night I was working and then I had my friend Kat's "Evil Party" birthday party to go to. I was hugely disappointed I wouldn't get to meet him. Or Blake Riley. Or Tommy Blade (who I'd heard of at the time, but could not for the life of me place. As it turns out, that's because I still haven't gotten to see any of his videos -- not even The Velvet Mafia*.)
So I find out when I get to Club XS on Thursday night that Christian Owen and Tommy Blade are due in that night and will be at the club. Not a chance I'm gonna miss, y'know? Oh, and I hung out with Tony Gibble all night, which leads me to the epiphany I just had: lots of my friends are hot, and most of us get paid for it. :P Back on topic though...when Christian Owen arrived and I saw him, I went over and said hi and he recognized me...so we met formally and then I noticed that his shirt had shinies on it and I got all distracted. I don't know, but I think he has a Bedazzler or something to make shirts like that. I gotta get me one of those.
Then I met Tommy Blade, and somehow my hair color came up and he was insisting that I was not blond. (I am.) So I pointed out that I had like a pound of gel in my hair and he should check the color in the back where there was less product. So he starts examining the back of my head.
Little known fact: if you want me to melt, run your fingers through the hair on the back of my head. You know, like Tommy was doing. Honest to God, Tommy could have been like "Hey, can I throw you into oncoming traffic?" and I would have been like "Yeeeeeeeeeaaaaahhhh." Oh, and he also said my hair smelled good. Which, with the products I use and the amount of them that were in my hair...I'm really not actually surprised.
And Christian Owen told me about his plans to start producing porn, which I am so excited for. And we talked about 21st birthdays and he described his in as much detail as he could. "I don't remember mine."
After I left the club, after being told by Christian and Tommy I had to come the next night (and having that okayed by Joel), I went to the diner down the street where I am apparently enough of a regular that the owner feels the need to check up on me, and wonders what's wrong when I show up by myself. I guess that's a good thing. Anyways, I left there a half hour later properly caffeinated and with three mozz sticks I hadn't devoured in tow. I always box everything that's left over now -- no matter how small, it means there's food at home.
I woke up the next morning and soon after headed to the mall. I handed my job application into the Gap and then went to Abercrombie & Fitch where I told the assistant manager that I was putting in my two weeks. He told me he'd tell the bitch -- I mean the store manager. I'm not sure if he did or not, but I feel like he did because she told everyone what a bad mood she was in after he went into the back office with her. And god damn was she in a bad mood. And god damn was I not putting up with it. The whole day was like a battle of the attitudes, and it sucked. I was in a horrid mood when I left work at 11:30 instead of 11:00.
I just want it for the record though: I love the person who is my manger. I just hate her as a a manager. Does that make sense? Good. So I arrived at Club XS shortly before the four porn stars (the three featured ones and Aaron James who, y'know, he's our resident pornie, why not?) were going to go on stage. It was enough time for me to meet Blake Riley and for me to be like "Oh, hi! I'm Graham. I leave you stupid comments about how you're gonna be here Thursday...but I meant Friday." And, to his credit, rather than backing away slowly from the retarded boy, he laughed about it. Tommy also managed to find two more of my "spots" before they went upstairs to perform. And we all chatted about their industry, and underwear, and I'm all inspired to go get myself some new stuff. And I have some money. But I don't own a camera and that's kind of something I need. Especially, y'know, could have used one this weekend.
So I went up to watch their performance. I am not, however, cut out to be an audience member. And I only had two ones with me. I tipped Tommy first, and then I tipped Christian and then I was out. Jenny wanted a picture of me and Tommy Blade, so she gave me a dollar to tip him. She snapped a picture. And then his fingers curled into my hair and he yanked my head around, grabbed my chin, and kissed me. Now by the end of the night, having a porn star's lips on mine was not as big of a deal, but since this was the first one I smiled huge and disappeared into the crowd to calm down. Jenny got a picture of Tommy and I looking at each other just after he grabbed my chin but just before he kissed me. I know, I know, they were kissing lots of people. That's beside the point, and don't burst my bubble.
So, a little while later they were playing Pink's "U + Ur Hand" and Blake started doing this jerking-off hand motion that I do when I dance to that song. As of yet, we're the only two people I've ever seen do that. So I grabbed my friend Robbie and was like "Gimme a dollar, I'll pay you back!" So he handed me a dollar, and I went over and gave it to Blake and told him that little tidbit I just shared with all of you. And he told me...well, nevermind what he told me but let's just say...I'd buy that porn with that soundtrack. :-P So, I started to make my way back into the crowd and Blake invites me up on stage. I've talked about this before: I'm not good at being in the audience. I'd rather be on stage performing. And when I see other people performing I always just want to jump in. Soooo, I hopped up on the stage, and there I am grinding with Blake Riley. And then Christian Owen jumped up behind me. It was a Graham Sandwich on Porn Stars. Hottttttt. So, I said to Blake "It's so weird dancing up here with clothes on" and he jokingly invited me to put on a pair of his underwear. Or I think he was joking. If he wasn't, I'm gonna be pissed with myself for not doing it. :-P
Anyways, I got off the stage because I know I can't monopolize their time. And Luke comes up and is like "I think the local yokels need to take back the stage. Take off your shirt." So I took off my shirt and he and I jumped up on stage and danced behind them. For the record, it was all his idea, I just gave in to peer pressure. And on a side note, Luke and I are totally BFFs-in-the-making. All three of them are great dancers, but Christian was phenomenal and I need to learn to move like he does. Seriously. Also, I need his boots. I know my feet don't go into boots very comfortably but I want his boots anyways.
Anywho after their performance I went downstairs to hang out with them some more and I heard like...orgasmic moaning coming from one of their suitcases. At first I was super confused and then I realized what it was: a cell phone ring tone. I don't know who's it was, but I definitely want that for my phone. They came down and changed and discussed their next outfits and it was kinda cool, seeing porn stars wandering around naked right in front of me. By kind of, what I secretly mean is, it was all I could do to keep myself from jumping them right then and there. Blake gave me a kiss when he came down, I guess a thanks for the dollar? I think I should have been, y'know, kissing the ground he walked on in thanks for the dance but whatever. I apologized for only having two bucks and only borrowing two others. And then Christian's like "The blog you wrote was all I needed, that was so sweet." So we got talking about my blog, I realized Blake didn't know about when I wrote about him, so I told him I would send him a link. Granted, that was from when I first discovered him in June, but whatever.
Then Luke got me a poster for them all to sign...here's what they wrote: Blake Riley: "Graham Keep it hard and tight!! :) Blake Riley"
Christian Owen: "w love Baby Graham w love Stay Real XOXO C. Owen XOXO"
Aaron James: "Sexxy ass Graham muah Aaron AJ James"
And I can't read what Tommy Blade wrote but I'm sure it's amazing. I can make out that it ends in "Tommy Blade" and I think it starts with "Love" but there's stuff in the middle. I'll keep studying it and get back to you.
So shortly after that, I finally left for the Evil Party, an hour later than I had intended to, and without time to stop by my apartment I arrived without my costume. I told everyone "I'm dressed as Abercrombie, isn't that evil enough?" and I had high hopes of getting hammered. I had to be a DD though, so I just drank Coke. It's chill though.
Tonight I work and then it is my friend Becky's birthday party. Tomorrow is a field trip to Philly for my directing class. Tuesday my radio commercial for my Comm class is due and I have no idea when I'm recording it. But you know what? I love my life.
I could be wrong (I probably am) but I think I've ascended from fan to friend for these four amazing porn stars. :D And I'm totally seeing if I can get them to perform in Providence for my 21st birthday party. But not on my 21st so I can remember it. I dunno though. I feel like I talked about myself too much, but then, what else is new? I gotta learn to turn that off. :-P
(*Does anyone else really not find the idea of an actual, literal gay mafia all that far-fetched? Maybe it's because Rhode Island practically operates like a very civilized and non-violent crime syndicate....you know, it's like an extreme of the "it's not what you know, it's who you know.")
Remember those days when my life was a whirlwind of events, one thing after another, and yet I managed to be perfectly calm collected and content? (The three C's?)
They're back, and all they needed was a simple little phrase. "Two weeks". As in, the next time I go into work I will be giving my manager my two weeks. I have four applications sitting in my room waiting to be filled out, and I know that the Gap already wants me.
I have some funny anecdotes before I continue... This one just happened. Katie was telling me about her new word "rapetuous" -- which is when people talk about or watch or engage in rape. Apparently, they're discussing rape in her English class lately so the class is "rapetuous". And she said, everything is becoming rapetuous in her mind because they're talking about it so much. And then I went to get a Coke. And I opened the fridge, reached my hand in it and pulled out (a Coke). So, of course, I walked out and said "I just went inside the fridge" and she goes "You're so rapetuous!" Yeah, look your fridge in the eyes now, now that you know how dirty that can be.
Now, going back in time a bit... Yesterday at the mall, as I'm in American Eagle picking up a job application, I saw a hoodie that I liked and I pointed it out to Cody, who was with me. I went over to it and was like "I kinda like this!" And he looks at me and goes "I guess if you were black." Just as three large black men walked past him. Towards the hoodies no less. The timing could not have been more perfect if I'd paid them to walk in right then.
So, I've been working at Abercrombie & Fitch a lot. Doing classes, which are going decently well. And working at Club XS. I swear that there will be pictures soon!! In any case, here's a video Jenny made of some of the group of friends...and I'm in it! And yay!!
For those of you in the area, this upcoming weekend is the Club XS Anniversary Party. Friday is a Porn Star Palooza featuring two of my favorites (and a third guy, who's pretty hot too!) Christian Owen and Blake Riley! Saturday is Inaya Day's performance. I won't be there. Actually, I'm kind of disappointed about that. Bossman Joel said that he didn't need me (his nice way of saying "don't come in") because there's "so much going on", which is his way of saying "you're gonna be distracting, please go away." Honestly, I really don't think I'll be all that distracting next to three gorgeous porn stars, and considering that Chris only works some of the time I'm really the longest-lasting regular dancer the club has so I feel like I should be at the anniversary party, but, hey, I'll do what the Bossman says. And I will only complain about it here. :-P
I haven't been updating because, for the most part, there's been nothing going on. And I keep losing track of the days of the week. (Brad, I'm gonna post-date a Matt Damon post to a Thursday, and I'm gonna write it ASAP! Maybe I'll post-date to *next* Thursday...) Looking back though, my vast "nothing" to update on is actually quite a lot of stuff.
So, I got hired at Dark Lady. It's very different from Club XS but also very similar. They schedule us on different nights, but I guess some of the dancers aren't totally reliable because I occassionally get calls on Monday that are like "Hey, come in. Tonight. Yeah, in like an hour would be great." Usually I'm scheduled for Saturday so.... The tips aren't great, we need to publicize the dancers more so we can get better tips. We're working on it.
Speaking of publicizing, and I acknowledge this is rather late if anyone reading this would be planning on going:It's a benefit for FACTS Nursery, which is actually a really good cause, so this is me doing charity work. Who knew I could do a good deed and be almost naked? :P
I have been working at A&F a lot too. Of course, that still leaves plenty of time to have fun. But working there can be quite the adventure too. For example, a woman was evangelizing at me the other day. At work. At Abercrombie & Fitch. I mean, she started out normal, asking if I liked work, where I was from, my name, etc. Okay, so she was slightly creepy to start out with. But when I revealed that I'm a city person and she irritably replied with "No you're not. This is God's country!" That's when it hit me: this woman is a religious nut and she's about to give me a message from God. Now, I have nothing against people who want to spread the word of God. But there's a time, there's a place, and there's a way to do it. This woman had none of the three done correctly. In fact, she broke every rule I'm about to write out.
Graham's Helpful Tips for Evangelizing
Do not interrupt a person who is working to tell them about God's love. You are getting in the way of their job, and no God, however happy and loving, is going to sound good when the manager writes up a person because you just couldn't keep the Good News to yourself.
If you must evangelize when a person is working, do not stand in the way. Follow them around as they work, sure, but do not stand there making sure they can only be talking to you.
If a person you are evangelizing too says something you disagree with, let it go. It might be a matter of opinion. You might be an evangelist, but you're not God, your opinion is not right. Do not tell them cities are bad. Do not tell them that the reason they like to stay busy is because they haven't realized God's love. And, most importantly, do not act like they couldn't possibly know that God loves them without hearing it from you first.
Lastly, do not make assumptions about people. If someone says they enjoy going to nightclubs, and you run into them at work, this does not automatically make a person too busy. Do not assume that they have no time in between these two activities. That doesn't make you a messenger of God, it makes you an idiot. I'm just sayin'.
I went out with a bunch of friends from work. To a straight club. Well, two straight clubs. Those places are frikkin' expensive, can I just say? But it was fun. Straight people do not, as a whole, party as hard as gay people do at clubs. I mean, I was sober, and for all the drinking they did to loosen up and have a good time...I was having just as much fun as they were without a drop. I was a little off my game at first cause I felt a little awkward but, oh well. It was a good time, definitely.
And here's a horrible picture of me at the Roxy...
I had been in denial over my being sick for several days -- "allergies" I told everyone. Last night, when the fever started, it became an unavoidable fact. I'm sick, again.
Of course, the fever started while I was driving to Stallions to say bye to my friends who work at that club. Too late to change my plans now, I reasoned. So I stayed at Stallions for a while, then I headed out to Club XS to say bye to everyone. By the time I got to XS I was so sick I basically passed out on a couch in one of the little private rooms. Most people found me, some people didn't, which was fine. I left early and passed out in my bed in the dorm for a little under twelve hours. When I woke up, I was drenched in sweat.
I started packing, then I headed over to the apartment to do some more painting and moving stuff. Katie is going to be gone for a few days, so I was trying to get as much done for her as I could. In my sick state, I didn't end up getting as much done as I had hoped.
I am now finishing up packing. My plan is to be all packed when the parents (and my brother who is coming after all, although we didn't think he'd be able to) get here. I'll take them over to the apartment, we'll throw some more stuff in (and steal the Swiffer), and then we'll come back to the dorm, pack up the cars, Swiffer the floor, and be gone (although we will have to stop by the apartment again, I'm realizing, if we borrow the Swiffer).
Mom wants to visit Chocolate World, which while I'm not opposed to that, I'd really like to just go and get home to Rhode Island as soon as possible, you know? And I'm not sure how to get to Chocolate World anyways.
Let's see, Wednesday evening (last Wednesday, that is, not yesterday) Chris and I went to Thayer Street and walked along it, and then ate ice cream. Then we went to retro night at Mirabar, of course. It was fun, cause we really got to show each other off to our friends (and his co-workers). If there's anything I love about dating, it's showing off Chris. He was seriously so adorable about my leaving too. (Although he kept reminding me to "be good", like I was going to forget to not cheat? It was kind of annoying, but he and I talked about it and we're all good.)
The next day, I helped Brendan clean his house for people that were coming to look at it, interested buyers, y'know. Then he sent me off to the mall where I bought the cutest shirt on sale at Guess. Then I headed down to almost DC to hang out with Simon, we spent a few hours together before heading off to BeBar -- where I'd never been. Honest to God, I'm in love with the place, it was (for almost week, until I was out in NYC that is :P) my favorite bar ever.
. We all passed out around 6 in the morning, after a rousing game of Kings. When we finally all woke up, I was driven out to where we'd left my car (it was fine) and I drove Simon home and then headed back to Brendan's.
