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Turn The Night Around
Jun. 25th, 2016 05:19 pmSlept in until 7:30, which felt downright magical. Not so magical that I had any more energy, unfortunately. There were 22 texts from Julian while I slept, excoriating me for ignoring him. Rob came over to try to sell me a retirement/health insurance plan, possibly to have sex as well, but I wasn't down for either. He went to Betty's, I jerked off in spite of myself, but finally dragged myself to the gym. I had a great workout, but then I missed everything else. Julian asked if we could hang out, and asked again when I didn't respond. I was supposed to go to an art show at 6, Marcos's going away party at 8, then a toga party, but as the day stretched on, I failed to move off the couch. I at least wanted to make it to the toga party, as Gabe was there and Laura had asked to see me. Unfortunately, I couldn't find my toga. Could've sworn Marcos gave it back to me, but I'll have to check with him before he leaves for LA.I finally dragged myself out, picked Julian up, and drove out to East County. It was uncomfortable. I was still exhausted, and truthfully, in kind of a bad mood. And then Julian pointed out the sound of a dog barking.
Waylon (hairless, Chinese crested mix) was all growls and barks at everyone. But I also met Bernie (no relation to our esteemed Senator), a sweet, small Spaniel mix. I sat next to the dogs for a while, chatted with Gabe, and everything was better. At one point inside, the kitchen folk were listening to Vogue, and demanded I dance with them. Just by virtue of *actually* vogueing, instead of jumping and shimmying I "won" the competition. Cecille arrived later, the host and I talked music, and it was overall a great party.
We finally left at about 2, but were amazingly not tired. Instead we drank more, watched Catherine Tate videos and sat on the kitchen floor. Given that I hadn't eaten much, it didn't take long for the booze and the tired to hit me, and I ended up watching that horrible video of the mother otter again (and again, and again, and again) before passing out
Waylon (hairless, Chinese crested mix) was all growls and barks at everyone. But I also met Bernie (no relation to our esteemed Senator), a sweet, small Spaniel mix. I sat next to the dogs for a while, chatted with Gabe, and everything was better. At one point inside, the kitchen folk were listening to Vogue, and demanded I dance with them. Just by virtue of *actually* vogueing, instead of jumping and shimmying I "won" the competition. Cecille arrived later, the host and I talked music, and it was overall a great party.
We finally left at about 2, but were amazingly not tired. Instead we drank more, watched Catherine Tate videos and sat on the kitchen floor. Given that I hadn't eaten much, it didn't take long for the booze and the tired to hit me, and I ended up watching that horrible video of the mother otter again (and again, and again, and again) before passing out
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