Dive Into The Pool

Packed up my laundry, got cleaned up, and headed over. My ass would've really liked to have waited another week, but my brain is just as eager as Dave to get this done. Steven asked to be paid in cash, which saves us a check and a trip to the bank. Steven was already there, and I felt weird taking my laundry in front of him, so I'll have to do that another time. The shoot was fine. Steven is still a godawful actor, but he's a fine fuck, and his name will be good for us.

I made a quick trip to Jake and Rob's, because they still had my hoodie from their last party, and had even found my shirt from a party several years ago. I have no idea how I keep losing clothes at people's houses. I met FHA at my place. He's had a rough week, given that his ex Dylan died under questionable circumstances this week. I'm generally the ex, with all my partners, that most people expect to go first. My friend Oscar asked for a ride as well, so we stopped at TJ's for water and picked him up while we were there.

The party was ok. Naked bears fooling around in the pool, and a few cliques looking at me and muttering. A couple guys hit on me, a couple guys started other conversations. I didn't drink for the first hour, but decided to go ahead and have a few. The sun got to be too much for me really really fast, so FHA and I spent most of our time in the garage chatting. It was nice. Our humor complements each other's quite well, which makes sense, and we're having similar thoughts about our professional and artistic lives. Dropped him off at home, then Oscar. He wanted to go to Mo's, or maybe have his ex over to breed him, and texted me later that he opted for the latter.

I napped a bit, made myself a bit of pasta - haven't been having much in the way of carbs lately, and this seemed like a better option to treat myself than say, a loaf of bread or a package of cookies. Watched something on Netflix, but damned if I can remember what.