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Annnnd I woke up at 6. Which is insane. I thought I had rehearsal at 10, but checked again and wasn't due in until noon. Still couldn't get back to sleep, but I did manage to listen to my song a million more times.

We learned "Ain't No Mountain" first which is basic. Very basic. Step touch level basic. And John is there for it, which is a pleasant surprise. Hour and a half break between that and the next one, Raise Your Glass. I ran into Keith on the way back in, and he mentioned he wanted me to be "dance captain" which tends to mean the one responsible for remembering the choreography at each show.

As it turns out, there's not even much to remember. He choreographed two 8 counts of the chorus, and the rest of the time we're walking like rich people. And then he demanded ideas from us. I don't have anything against a collaborative process. I don't even have anything against wanting the dancers to come up with most of the movement. But it's seriously fucking awful to just spring it on us in the moment. "What do you have for me? Come on, anything!" And what we ended up with was jumping in place, step touch bullshit.

Finally home, I showered, borrowed Bryan's phone to take some pics of Lady Miss Friday, then headed up to the party. We got there just as Chad was having to leave - he apparently remembers less of PECS from the other night than I do. Picard was there (not that one), slightly tipsy and alternately thanking and grilling me on what I remember from his Halloween costume. He was a surprisingly accurate Jareth, but guys (children, really) kept confusing him for a generic rock star.

After a couple hours, my plan to not drink went out the window. On the one hand, that really helped me enjoy the party. I took part in the blow-up slide, made out with Paul in the top part, briefly jumped on Eric's dick much later in the night. On the other hand, shortly after I started drinking, I decided I wanted to hear my song more, so I had my single headphone in for the rest of the party (this actually made me Ryan's hero, and at least one new friend). On the other hand, my whole night gets really fuzzy, Terrence had to give me a ride home, and I threw up somewhere. I think.
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Tim asked to come over for tofu scramble, mentioned he might bring Tammy as well. Bryan was up when I got up and also needed to go to the store. Apparently, he's been up for several days. Not high, mind you, just...up. For days. Naturally. I kept forgetting things I needed at the store, but also texted around inviting a few people. I invited my flight attendant, but he had some sort of bug. Apparently a good thing I didn't go over last night.

I started the tofu scramble, Tim came over with Pupple, Bryan finally crashed. Tim is concerned about the state of my living room, and I am too. Bryan has a lot of stuff, and living out of your suitcase isn't easy with one suitcase, much less one suitcase and several trash bags of stuff. Tami wasn't with him. Late night or something. He's going to find out if the various places he needs the extra 1k for will take credit card, since it's a bit much to ask for a grand literally right after borrowing 4. We briefly touched on other people, including Julian. I think the relationship would have been easier if we were the only two people on Earth. Tim thinks he he would have destroyed us anyway. I agree, I just think it would have taken longer.

My client from the other week texted, letting me know he mailed my umbrella to me. I reminded him I'd have been fine with him keeping it until next time, checked on him coming to the show. He said he wasn't sure, as he'd sent a few texts without a response. I've been excellent about communications, so I screencapped my texts with him. Apparently he forgot to press "send." I'm glad we cleared that up, as I'd hate for someone to think I didn't like them over a technological mishap.

Tim washed the dishes, which was nice of him, and wanted to run another few errands, but I had Peter coming over around 1. I was possibly supposed to fist him, but it was seriously like old times in terms of our passion. I rode him briefly, and he ended up cumming. I came for him as well, figuring that would make him not feel as bad about cumming quickly. Unfortunately, he actually wanted to make an afternoon of it, and would have been ready to go again later. I had social plans, though, and I'm rarely a multi-cummer anyway.

I met up with Bryan, Jon-Michael, and Colt at Gossip. Colt is visiting for a week or so, I had one drink there, but the boys wanted to stay in the gayborhood and I wanted to go to The Hole. Gave them a ride home, then to Babycakes, then finally off to the Hole. I bought a drink, chatted with a bunch of friends. I found McEwen and Paul, who apparently hadn't seen my latest porn shoot. He was mooneyed over a tall furry gent who took a liking to me. Also somewhat awkward was the nice guy who came up to me while I was chatting with McEwen to tell me I'm incredibly attractive and he wants to sleep with me. Flattering, but awkward.

McEwen was very hungry, but didn't really want to eat there, so we headed off to Mo's instead. Jess is now a hostess there, so we got seated right away. The biggest advantage was that we were sitting next to the DJ, and he ID'd a song for me. We only stayed at Mo's for one drink, and then I had to get home.
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I remembered there had been several changes in the wedding schedule, so I wasn't sure if tonight was the rehearsal or what, so I got dressed for the whole thing anyway. Also, today was the final meeting with Lynelle, and HR was going to be there, too. I was damned if I was going to be fired looking like my normal hobo self.

For all the mystery and anxiety surrounding the meeting, it was fine. Made the follow up write up final, signed by Cheryl because Elaine is out. They asked about the wedding, sighed when I told them I was terrible about even responding to invites. I hate saying no, so I'll often just not reply. They gave me that same look I get when something that's perfectly normal to me is considered outlandish, but that's just Eric. Like I've gone and worn my underwear outside my pants - again.

The rehearsal was fairly quick; did a quick walkthrough of the process, I need to have all the music on thumb drives. One for the recessional, one for dinner, and one for dancing. No problem.

Julian messaged me after, offering to take a taxi to my place. I picked him up instead, he relaxed on my bed while I wrestled with the celebration song. Whatever format it was, it was highly resistant to saving as any other format or editing in the current format. And I couldn't find the exact version online anywhere to download. After a few hours, I figured a workaround - played it in VLC, made a recording of the clip I want. Easy-peasy.

Julian had been asking to get back together, insisting all the issues from before were due to alcohol, and now he was sober. I was really really clear with him. Whatever the issues he had, and whatever they were due to, I don't feel it anymore, and don't want a relationship with him. We both drank, which was another worry of mine. As with my house guests, I'm not a good person for someone newly sober to be around. I don't like telling people "no." And I like to drink, so how could I tell you not to?

Between us, we drank a handle of vodka. I'm imagining that's mostly him, but good lord. He asked, at some point, if I'd had sex with Bryan. Of course I have. He lost it. Screaming at me and screaming and screaming. I told him to leave, he refused. We went back and forth for a while, and I finally told him, still without raising my own voice, that he needed to leave because I wanted to kill him. Wrap my hands around his throat and squeeze. He finally left.


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