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thepnutgalleryOn Thursday, Ken and I decided we wanted to be social, but didn't really want to go anywhere, or do anything, so instead we had Brandon and Dallas over for drinks and chat. It was nice. Ken complimented my dancing, specifically to Joey Beltram's DJing.
Friday after work, Ken and I had sex, which we had been taking breaks from due to things getting a little rough last weekend. There was still a little blood, but not enough to make me seriously worry. He went to Top of the Park with Dallas, and I stayed home and tried to nap, but ended up laying on the bed with my eyes wide open as one thing after another popped into my head as reasons I couldn't sleep.
I played Frank at the show, which wasn't the best job I've ever done, but it was okay. Mostly, I did it because my friend Melissa, who is now in a cast of Rocky herself, was visiting, and wanted to see me play something OTHER than Columbia. Jetted directly after the show to go into work - a very sleepy and slightly creepy experience. I got a lot done, and I got paid a lot for it, so I can't really bitch. The original plan was that I would go into work, get back around 11, sleep for two hours, and then we'd go to the beach. Imagine my surprise, then, when I get a call just before I'm to get out from Ken, telling me he has someone coming over, someone who's getting a two for one (someone he's invited for a 3-way). This should have been my cue to remind him of 1) the plan. and 2) the fact that, at this point, I had been up for 26 hrs and counting, working for 16 of those hours, and performing for another 2 of them, and would he mind waiting 'till I was a little more sane. Instead, I say okay, hurry home ASAP and start drinking to be okay with the new plan. The third comes over, and despite Ken's repeated overtures to me, I am in no mood, which the third picks up on and leaves. I finally get to sleep, and though Ken wakes me at 1 to ask if I still want to go, I mention something about meeting him at Montage and go back to sleep. Wake up after about an hour or so, and call the boys, who tell me to meet them in La Jolla with vodka and gatorade. I'm furious that I've been left behind, even though I opted to be, give very very cranky responses, go back to sleep for another hour, and putz about for a final hour and half before the boys finally get home. Ken and I have words about the morning, and I apologize to Brandon for snapping at him.
We invite over a third, who keeps trying to jerk me off, and is VASTLY more into Ken than me. Whatever - I would be, too. We nap/pass out after that, though fortunately Ken wakes up at 11:30, just in time for me to run to the theatre. I am in a horrible mood when I get there, and in some very good company. The show didn't do as well as last year, for a variety of reasons, which has everyone down. These past couple of weeks have asked a lot of people, and I get the feeling that their reserves are about out. The audience, for all that they're smaller than expected, is also amazingly enthusiastic, and by the time I'm actually on stage, I am pumped with energy. Ken came to the show, and brought Dallas, and even though I didn't know where they were for the first 3/4 of the show (no glasses), I'm thrilled that they're there, especially given the smaller-than-expected turnout. Someone gave me a nod and applaud after my podium, so I can only assume that it went well. After the show, I helped where I could, and went back to Ken's. I had been eating a LOT all week long, so I wasn't really hungry on Saturday - I had two slices of bread throughout the day, and wasn't hungry after them, so I wiseley decided not to eat any more. Neither of us had finished off in the afternoon, so in spite of being dead tired, we took care of things, and quite well, I might add. I shot up to my collar bone!
Woke up surprisingly early on Sunday, given how late we were up, and did some chores and errands before heading up to the Luau. It was a very mellow, warm day, which I think is exactly what everyone needed. We stayed much longer than I thought we were going to, but he had a good time, and it really feels like people are warming to him, so I was happy to stay. Matthew was home alone, so after we left the Luau, we visited with him for a little while. There was an air of 3-way to the invite, but it didn't happen. I'm not necessarily in a rush to have that happen, though I also am not terribly trepidatious about it. For all the drama that's surrounded him, my experience with Matthew in person has never been anything but positive. Anyway, after we ate shoestring fries at Matthew's, I drove us home while Ken spoke drunk-talk to me. We got home, and meant to go directly to bed, but ended up having some fairly fantastic sex anyway. Neither of us finished, but that just means it'll be better today, as far as I'm concerned.
Friday after work, Ken and I had sex, which we had been taking breaks from due to things getting a little rough last weekend. There was still a little blood, but not enough to make me seriously worry. He went to Top of the Park with Dallas, and I stayed home and tried to nap, but ended up laying on the bed with my eyes wide open as one thing after another popped into my head as reasons I couldn't sleep.
I played Frank at the show, which wasn't the best job I've ever done, but it was okay. Mostly, I did it because my friend Melissa, who is now in a cast of Rocky herself, was visiting, and wanted to see me play something OTHER than Columbia. Jetted directly after the show to go into work - a very sleepy and slightly creepy experience. I got a lot done, and I got paid a lot for it, so I can't really bitch. The original plan was that I would go into work, get back around 11, sleep for two hours, and then we'd go to the beach. Imagine my surprise, then, when I get a call just before I'm to get out from Ken, telling me he has someone coming over, someone who's getting a two for one (someone he's invited for a 3-way). This should have been my cue to remind him of 1) the plan. and 2) the fact that, at this point, I had been up for 26 hrs and counting, working for 16 of those hours, and performing for another 2 of them, and would he mind waiting 'till I was a little more sane. Instead, I say okay, hurry home ASAP and start drinking to be okay with the new plan. The third comes over, and despite Ken's repeated overtures to me, I am in no mood, which the third picks up on and leaves. I finally get to sleep, and though Ken wakes me at 1 to ask if I still want to go, I mention something about meeting him at Montage and go back to sleep. Wake up after about an hour or so, and call the boys, who tell me to meet them in La Jolla with vodka and gatorade. I'm furious that I've been left behind, even though I opted to be, give very very cranky responses, go back to sleep for another hour, and putz about for a final hour and half before the boys finally get home. Ken and I have words about the morning, and I apologize to Brandon for snapping at him.
We invite over a third, who keeps trying to jerk me off, and is VASTLY more into Ken than me. Whatever - I would be, too. We nap/pass out after that, though fortunately Ken wakes up at 11:30, just in time for me to run to the theatre. I am in a horrible mood when I get there, and in some very good company. The show didn't do as well as last year, for a variety of reasons, which has everyone down. These past couple of weeks have asked a lot of people, and I get the feeling that their reserves are about out. The audience, for all that they're smaller than expected, is also amazingly enthusiastic, and by the time I'm actually on stage, I am pumped with energy. Ken came to the show, and brought Dallas, and even though I didn't know where they were for the first 3/4 of the show (no glasses), I'm thrilled that they're there, especially given the smaller-than-expected turnout. Someone gave me a nod and applaud after my podium, so I can only assume that it went well. After the show, I helped where I could, and went back to Ken's. I had been eating a LOT all week long, so I wasn't really hungry on Saturday - I had two slices of bread throughout the day, and wasn't hungry after them, so I wiseley decided not to eat any more. Neither of us had finished off in the afternoon, so in spite of being dead tired, we took care of things, and quite well, I might add. I shot up to my collar bone!
Woke up surprisingly early on Sunday, given how late we were up, and did some chores and errands before heading up to the Luau. It was a very mellow, warm day, which I think is exactly what everyone needed. We stayed much longer than I thought we were going to, but he had a good time, and it really feels like people are warming to him, so I was happy to stay. Matthew was home alone, so after we left the Luau, we visited with him for a little while. There was an air of 3-way to the invite, but it didn't happen. I'm not necessarily in a rush to have that happen, though I also am not terribly trepidatious about it. For all the drama that's surrounded him, my experience with Matthew in person has never been anything but positive. Anyway, after we ate shoestring fries at Matthew's, I drove us home while Ken spoke drunk-talk to me. We got home, and meant to go directly to bed, but ended up having some fairly fantastic sex anyway. Neither of us finished, but that just means it'll be better today, as far as I'm concerned.
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Date: 2007-07-31 04:16 pm (UTC)It was great to see you at the Luau, I hope you're recovering this week, I know I am!
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Date: 2007-07-31 07:00 pm (UTC)