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Woke up early to a million texts and calls from Julian. He hates me, hopes I get AIDS, I'm an ass. He's sorry, he loves me, will I come get him. He hates me, I'm horrible. Poor guy. I showered, had breakfast, sat down on the couch and then stayed there. Way too long. And then I was anxious about wearing my costume, and then I was anxious about how late I was, back and forth forever. I also couldn't find my keys, but since "locking the door" is new for me anyway, and I wasn't driving, I didn't worry too much. I finally decided to go for it, put my outfit on and and walked over to Jim's place. Packed as always, and even some of the folks from the other parties showed up. Alas, no Schmerber, but my outfit was a hit.

I only had two glasses of champagne before I left and walked around the parade for a while, looking at all the happy puppies.There was a booth where they were giving out free booties to puppers, which is great. I wasn't in the sun for very long, but was damn tired by the time I got home. I invited a couple folks to the pool party out on Nutmeg, as well as Dana. I was going to pick him up, but *still* couldn't find my keys. He ended up driving. The party was fun, and I even got in the water. We were only there a few hours before he was ready to go. Julian messaged me, asking if he could see me because he's lonely. He'd probably want me to chauffeur him again, so I didn't respond. Also, the message right before that says "you're the worst thing that ever happened to me." Big Eric texted, because he was also having a BBQ. Ryan made strong as fuck drinks, so I ended up crashing pretty early.