thepnutgallery | Le Weekend Awesome (Reply)

Went to dinner with Anthony on Friday, which was a lovely and all too rare occurence. Our conversation was a little more serious than usual, but that's necessary sometimes. I had meant to try something new, but between price, calories, and planning for later in the evening, I ended up with a bowl of soup. It's usually pretty good, but it was lukewarm, and the produce involved was wilted and discolored. Meh. Food is at tertiary reason to go out to eat.

Even though, technically, this coming Friday is

lizetta's birthday cast, it's hard for me not to think of last Friday's show as being part of her b-day fun, and it certainly was that! Enthusiastic crowd, boys wearing very little, and lots of hugs on the way out; who could ask for anthing more? Jetted home after the show, but was still too late to catch Kena, but that just meant I got to sleep "early" enough to get to dance class in time! I loves me some Saturday Jazz, especially since we started warming up to some queer dance cover of "Just Keep Thinking About You" (originally by Miss Gloria Gaynor). It's a burly, burly workout, and it WILL cure whatever ails you.

Got home, started thinking about what to do with the rest of my day, when who should call but Mr. Kena! Went over to his place, hung out and became very well acquainted with Erasure and the utter gayness that is Andy Bell. Met more of his friends, went out to dinner, and then we went to Montage (first time for me). In retrospect, I was fairly toasted when we got there, due to my typical lack of judgement concerning alcohol, but didn't realize it at the time. I had a fantastic time dancing the night away, and it's got to be one of the best barely rememmbered nights of my life. There's one part of the evening that I'm not so proud of, and even if it doesn't come back to bite me, it's still one of my least classy moments...yes, yes that is saying an awful lot.

Woke up a mess the next morning, drank some water, deposited said water about an hour later on the side of the 8 West and Kena's car. Felt bad about that, but Ken just laughed, and now that he's told me some of his own stories, I really don't feel terribly bad. Was still too sick to be any fun at brunch, and too sick to be any use at rehearsal, so I ate some cereal and pop tarts and went to sleep.

I'm perfectly fine being hungover; I accept it as payment for being so foolish with booze. I do, however, feel bad for folks I'm supposed to interact with, missed responsibilities, etc.

Sunday evening was fairly low-key, as Sunday evenings should be. Hung out with Kena & company while they watched a couple of movies, and ended up spending the night again. Maybe it's just that I keep leaving before the sun comes up, but it's very very strange/wonderful the way I am not weird when I wake up at his place.