Restful Weekend
Feb. 11th, 2008 10:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryThings picked up a little Thursday at work. I think the fatigue I was feeling was caffeine withdrawal and depression. At any rate, I worked out and stuff, and got a lot done. Hit the gym after work with Ken - 531 calories. Ken made a fantastic dinner, though I had him throw away the rest of the rice. I had been planning on eating vegan treats at the showing of The House, so I didn't want to eat a lot before. Ken left for poker, and Marcus came over. It was a good talk, and much more positive than I was anticipating. One of the best things to come out of it (other than learning that he was still alive) was to learn that, when he first got out of the hospital, his viral load was at 9,000, and is now in the hundreds. I had no idea it could reduce so much without meds. The biggest plus for him is that he's been clean for 3 weeks now, and was just needing some support for leaving his friends who use. Ended up taking him to the showing with me - he laughed, and a good time was had by all. I didn't really get to talk to Anthony or Aimee any, but there will be other Thursdays. Got home before Ken, tried to get cleaned up, though we didn't have sex. It was Dallas' birthday, so he'd been buying drinks all night. He had one shot himself, but other than that, had stuck to the not drinking thing.
Friday - Slow day at work, though I was as productive as possible. The real shock came at about 1:30, when I logged onto Myspace and got the message that Jeff Wells had killed himself. It stunned me - not that it really affects me, it was just kind of surreal. Got sent home early...put fuel in my car, and gave about 3 gallons to some hippie/punk kids in their hippie/punk van. $8 means way more to them than it does to me. Talked to Anthony for a little while - started off being about Jeff, then went into the Myspace meme he had posted the other day. It took longer than I thought, but it ended up exactly where I thought it would. Whatev.
I felt bad for Ken - when he got home, I was in kind of a funk, and a little tired. He was very attentive and loving, right up until he said "I love you" and I responded with "I love you, too. I just wish I could feel more certain in that sometimes", referencing him cheating, and ditching me that one time, and a couple other things. At that point, he went out into the living room with his keys and jacket. Thankfully, Dallas arrived just about a minute or two after that, and we went out for dinner. Drove by Amarin, but they were super busy, so we tried Bai Yook instead. I didn't order anything, having snacked plenty while I was on the phone with Anthony, though I did have a spring roll. Jason called while we were there, and said he was on his way over. 1.5 hours later, he finally arrived. Marcus also came over, since his roommate was throwing a party with the user friend of his. Ken's dinner did not agree with him, though it was fine for Dallas. I was kind of sad - if I had known that we weren't going there again, I'd have ordered something. Anyway, the four of us made our way over to Montage, where DJ Derek was spinning. I didn't really have high hopes, since Derek can't seem to make a good set to save his life on any day except Bear Night, but I was still a little disappointed. I tried to convince a very drunk Marcus not to drink any more, but his first move when he got in was to order (and slam) an Amaretto Sour, and he was kicked out shortly thereafter. This upset drunken Jason to no end, who started ranting angrily about the owner of Rich's having bought judges, and security spying on our conversation. He was upset with my apathy, and went so far as to call me the "Good German" who let Hitler come to power. I thought he was going to start a fist fight at one point, but he just left. We also saw Hank and Jonathan, who were drunkdrunkdrunk, and quite clearly wanted to come home with us. We left Dallas there still dancing, and went home for some of the best sex we've had in....a long time. It was a fantastic way for the day to end, and a superb start to the weekend.
Saturday - We decided against going to the gym in the morning, but went out to breakfast with Justin and his friend Tim. We went to Parkhouse Eatery, and there was nothing specifically vegan on the menu. I should have just tapped out, but the waitress was sooo nice about making something vegan. It wasn't very good - it was supposed to be Chili-crusted Tofu, but it was neither chili, nor crusted. Meh. Had what I was really craving (dough) when I got home. We decided to take the ferry out to Coronado. It was nice - got outside, felt the breeze, saw some seals. Most importantly, did all of this with Ken. We walked around a bit on the island, and Ken and I stood on the rocks and looked out on the bay. It reminded me of the time in October that we did the same, only it was on the other side.
Ended up going to the gym when we got back - I was going to go with Justin, but I decided to go alone so I could work out more if I wanted to, and shower there. My workout was rough, very rough, but totally worth it. 560 calories, plus hearing Loleatta Holloway convinced me to also do some muscle work. Back at home, I had some of Justin's meal replacement shake.
The boys had rented a hotel room downtown for cheap, so we invited a few friends down there and hung out. Ken had made sure to get healthy, vegan friendly snacks, which always means the world to me. We had pseudo-plans with Matthew et al for Bourbon, and they did not take kindly to the change in plans. Jason also joined us, and brought snacks and Bacardi select with him. We also ordered some horrible, overpriced pizza that didn't agree with anyone. The conversation was decent, if a touch argumentative at points - drunken Tim arguing just to be argumentative, even when wrong. I thought about, and probably should have, gone home with Dallas when he tapped out around 9:30. Instead, I hung around, ate a fuckton of chips, chatted a bit, and eventually laid down with Ken while Jason spoke drunkenly of the communist revolution to an even drunker Tim. Jason decided to try to go home at around 3-ish, but we determined when he was already outside that he was too drunk to drive, and that I couldn't drive a stick-shift. Went back in, laid down for about another two hours, until I heard some weird kissing/whispering sounds coming from the other bed. Drunken Justin, who I've heard of molesting people in their sleep before, was making out with and rubbing on sleeping, then semi-awake Jason. Awkward. This time Jason did leave, and I went with him. We chatted a bit outside of the apartment before he went home and I went inside for more dough. The dough I've been making hasn't been terribly bad for me - oatmeal, a tbsp or two of flour, splenda and sugar free preserves. Not the sort of thing to have when I'm going to bottom, but decent.
Sunday - Didn't go to sleep until 7-ish, so didn't wake up until 10-ish. Laid in bed a while, then Ken called and invited me out to breakfast. Having eaten so much, I didn't really want anymore, so I just told him to call me when he was on his way home. Checked out myspace and the like - almost hung out with Chris Mack, which might have lead to fucking Chris Mack, but Ken came home. We were going to have sex, but I hadn't had a chance to get ready (since he didn't call), so nothing doing. I've decided to go back to the days when I was just kind of magically always ready. Not only does it make sex much more enjoyable, but it also helps me limit my calorie consumption. We were going to get together with Chris together, at the park or similar, but ended up napping for a few hours instead. It was that warm, drowsy sleep that drains you more than energizes you, so it was no good. As soon as we woke up, I sent Chris a message, but he was then napping, so no go. We did some shopping for essentials at Target, and then went home. Ken made us a honey-lemon pepper glazed eggplant for dinner (plus a turkey and cheese quesadilla for him) for dinner, and then we kind of putzed around until bedtime. He watched some of the Grammy's and part of Lord of the Rings, and I started on this absurdly huge journal entry. Also talked to my parents about nothing, but it makes them feel better, so I'm not complaining. Suddenly it was 10pm, so I said goodbye to my old toothbrush, broke in the new one, and we laid down to bed. I was introduced to Ken's ridiculously cold feet, but also that he was naked. We cuddled/made out for a little while, I rode him for a bit, and then he flipped me on my back. He actually didn't last long there, but I had been resisting cumming for a while, so it was no sweat for me to catch up. I didn't get terribly high on my chest, but I did catch some air, and came longer than I was expecting. I'm sooo glad we're back to having awesome rockin' sex. I didn't even realize it was missing until I had it back.
Overall, it was a decent, restful weekend, and I'm a little weirded out that I'm okay with it, but I am okay with it.
Friday - Slow day at work, though I was as productive as possible. The real shock came at about 1:30, when I logged onto Myspace and got the message that Jeff Wells had killed himself. It stunned me - not that it really affects me, it was just kind of surreal. Got sent home early...put fuel in my car, and gave about 3 gallons to some hippie/punk kids in their hippie/punk van. $8 means way more to them than it does to me. Talked to Anthony for a little while - started off being about Jeff, then went into the Myspace meme he had posted the other day. It took longer than I thought, but it ended up exactly where I thought it would. Whatev.
I felt bad for Ken - when he got home, I was in kind of a funk, and a little tired. He was very attentive and loving, right up until he said "I love you" and I responded with "I love you, too. I just wish I could feel more certain in that sometimes", referencing him cheating, and ditching me that one time, and a couple other things. At that point, he went out into the living room with his keys and jacket. Thankfully, Dallas arrived just about a minute or two after that, and we went out for dinner. Drove by Amarin, but they were super busy, so we tried Bai Yook instead. I didn't order anything, having snacked plenty while I was on the phone with Anthony, though I did have a spring roll. Jason called while we were there, and said he was on his way over. 1.5 hours later, he finally arrived. Marcus also came over, since his roommate was throwing a party with the user friend of his. Ken's dinner did not agree with him, though it was fine for Dallas. I was kind of sad - if I had known that we weren't going there again, I'd have ordered something. Anyway, the four of us made our way over to Montage, where DJ Derek was spinning. I didn't really have high hopes, since Derek can't seem to make a good set to save his life on any day except Bear Night, but I was still a little disappointed. I tried to convince a very drunk Marcus not to drink any more, but his first move when he got in was to order (and slam) an Amaretto Sour, and he was kicked out shortly thereafter. This upset drunken Jason to no end, who started ranting angrily about the owner of Rich's having bought judges, and security spying on our conversation. He was upset with my apathy, and went so far as to call me the "Good German" who let Hitler come to power. I thought he was going to start a fist fight at one point, but he just left. We also saw Hank and Jonathan, who were drunkdrunkdrunk, and quite clearly wanted to come home with us. We left Dallas there still dancing, and went home for some of the best sex we've had in....a long time. It was a fantastic way for the day to end, and a superb start to the weekend.
Saturday - We decided against going to the gym in the morning, but went out to breakfast with Justin and his friend Tim. We went to Parkhouse Eatery, and there was nothing specifically vegan on the menu. I should have just tapped out, but the waitress was sooo nice about making something vegan. It wasn't very good - it was supposed to be Chili-crusted Tofu, but it was neither chili, nor crusted. Meh. Had what I was really craving (dough) when I got home. We decided to take the ferry out to Coronado. It was nice - got outside, felt the breeze, saw some seals. Most importantly, did all of this with Ken. We walked around a bit on the island, and Ken and I stood on the rocks and looked out on the bay. It reminded me of the time in October that we did the same, only it was on the other side.
Ended up going to the gym when we got back - I was going to go with Justin, but I decided to go alone so I could work out more if I wanted to, and shower there. My workout was rough, very rough, but totally worth it. 560 calories, plus hearing Loleatta Holloway convinced me to also do some muscle work. Back at home, I had some of Justin's meal replacement shake.
The boys had rented a hotel room downtown for cheap, so we invited a few friends down there and hung out. Ken had made sure to get healthy, vegan friendly snacks, which always means the world to me. We had pseudo-plans with Matthew et al for Bourbon, and they did not take kindly to the change in plans. Jason also joined us, and brought snacks and Bacardi select with him. We also ordered some horrible, overpriced pizza that didn't agree with anyone. The conversation was decent, if a touch argumentative at points - drunken Tim arguing just to be argumentative, even when wrong. I thought about, and probably should have, gone home with Dallas when he tapped out around 9:30. Instead, I hung around, ate a fuckton of chips, chatted a bit, and eventually laid down with Ken while Jason spoke drunkenly of the communist revolution to an even drunker Tim. Jason decided to try to go home at around 3-ish, but we determined when he was already outside that he was too drunk to drive, and that I couldn't drive a stick-shift. Went back in, laid down for about another two hours, until I heard some weird kissing/whispering sounds coming from the other bed. Drunken Justin, who I've heard of molesting people in their sleep before, was making out with and rubbing on sleeping, then semi-awake Jason. Awkward. This time Jason did leave, and I went with him. We chatted a bit outside of the apartment before he went home and I went inside for more dough. The dough I've been making hasn't been terribly bad for me - oatmeal, a tbsp or two of flour, splenda and sugar free preserves. Not the sort of thing to have when I'm going to bottom, but decent.
Sunday - Didn't go to sleep until 7-ish, so didn't wake up until 10-ish. Laid in bed a while, then Ken called and invited me out to breakfast. Having eaten so much, I didn't really want anymore, so I just told him to call me when he was on his way home. Checked out myspace and the like - almost hung out with Chris Mack, which might have lead to fucking Chris Mack, but Ken came home. We were going to have sex, but I hadn't had a chance to get ready (since he didn't call), so nothing doing. I've decided to go back to the days when I was just kind of magically always ready. Not only does it make sex much more enjoyable, but it also helps me limit my calorie consumption. We were going to get together with Chris together, at the park or similar, but ended up napping for a few hours instead. It was that warm, drowsy sleep that drains you more than energizes you, so it was no good. As soon as we woke up, I sent Chris a message, but he was then napping, so no go. We did some shopping for essentials at Target, and then went home. Ken made us a honey-lemon pepper glazed eggplant for dinner (plus a turkey and cheese quesadilla for him) for dinner, and then we kind of putzed around until bedtime. He watched some of the Grammy's and part of Lord of the Rings, and I started on this absurdly huge journal entry. Also talked to my parents about nothing, but it makes them feel better, so I'm not complaining. Suddenly it was 10pm, so I said goodbye to my old toothbrush, broke in the new one, and we laid down to bed. I was introduced to Ken's ridiculously cold feet, but also that he was naked. We cuddled/made out for a little while, I rode him for a bit, and then he flipped me on my back. He actually didn't last long there, but I had been resisting cumming for a while, so it was no sweat for me to catch up. I didn't get terribly high on my chest, but I did catch some air, and came longer than I was expecting. I'm sooo glad we're back to having awesome rockin' sex. I didn't even realize it was missing until I had it back.
Overall, it was a decent, restful weekend, and I'm a little weirded out that I'm okay with it, but I am okay with it.
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