Friday night I went and saw Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire on IMAX. Holy crap I got so dizzy. I was totally cool though. Then I went to BARracuda with P and C and had a drink. Shaquida's (a drag queen) was supposed to start at 11 but we stayed until 12:30 and nothing. We asked the bartender when it was starting and he said "a little after 1." We left. Came home and C and I got into a fight. fun fun. Things are fine now but this was the second time in two days where he just lost his temper with me and I wasn't having it.
Things were fine the next day though. I went to a Starbucks on 19th St. in Chelsea and just sat there and wrote in my journal and read James Frey's A Million Little Pieces for most of the day. Some guy sat next to me and kept making eyes at me in the reflection of the window. It would have been nice if he had just talked to me, but I'm assuming he was looking for a hookup or something. Whatever. He left after sitting there for a good hour and a half.
Then I went home and got ready to go to Duplex with C. It was Vinnie's birthday party. He turned 24. It was fun, it was kinda an open mic thing where people got up on stage and sang Broadway songs. Some people were good and some were bad. P showed up and he had told me earlier that there was something he wanted to tell me but when I took him outside so we could be alone, he said he didn't want to talk about it. I guess it's not that important. Hmm...Then I got home around 2/2:30 and fell asleep.
G came over and woke me up at like 3:30 in the morning. ;-) That was fun. We went to a Diner close by the next morning/afternoon but I didn't eat, half because I wasn't really hungry and half because I couldn't afford anything. I don't like being a financial burden on people. I felt bad. I wish I had a fucking job, then I could at least cover myself when it came to things like this. I spent all of Saturday basically in bed with him watching a movie and some Will and Grace episodes. Made dinner for him. Then fell asleep. He left this morning.
As he was leaving, and after we said goodbye and kissed and said we loved each other a hundred times over, I just stared at him as he was standing in my room putting his coat on. I was just laying in bed watching him, observing him. I was trying to absorb him and keep his memory in the very front of my head. This may sound cheesy, but I miss him when he is gone. I wanted to keep him nestled in the backs of my eyes so when I open them, he'll be there even when he is not. Wow am I corny or what?
Later,
C
Things were fine the next day though. I went to a Starbucks on 19th St. in Chelsea and just sat there and wrote in my journal and read James Frey's A Million Little Pieces for most of the day. Some guy sat next to me and kept making eyes at me in the reflection of the window. It would have been nice if he had just talked to me, but I'm assuming he was looking for a hookup or something. Whatever. He left after sitting there for a good hour and a half.
Then I went home and got ready to go to Duplex with C. It was Vinnie's birthday party. He turned 24. It was fun, it was kinda an open mic thing where people got up on stage and sang Broadway songs. Some people were good and some were bad. P showed up and he had told me earlier that there was something he wanted to tell me but when I took him outside so we could be alone, he said he didn't want to talk about it. I guess it's not that important. Hmm...Then I got home around 2/2:30 and fell asleep.
G came over and woke me up at like 3:30 in the morning. ;-) That was fun. We went to a Diner close by the next morning/afternoon but I didn't eat, half because I wasn't really hungry and half because I couldn't afford anything. I don't like being a financial burden on people. I felt bad. I wish I had a fucking job, then I could at least cover myself when it came to things like this. I spent all of Saturday basically in bed with him watching a movie and some Will and Grace episodes. Made dinner for him. Then fell asleep. He left this morning.
As he was leaving, and after we said goodbye and kissed and said we loved each other a hundred times over, I just stared at him as he was standing in my room putting his coat on. I was just laying in bed watching him, observing him. I was trying to absorb him and keep his memory in the very front of my head. This may sound cheesy, but I miss him when he is gone. I wanted to keep him nestled in the backs of my eyes so when I open them, he'll be there even when he is not. Wow am I corny or what?
Later,
C
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