Old Roads

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Had kind of a tough time getting up and put it off until I heard Julian rustling about. Made his coffee and took care of the kids but kind of had nothing pressing to do after. I vacuumed and took out the trash and many beer boxes, tempting though it was to build a fort with them. Didn't get the place mopped, but did at least get the bathroom done. I maybe should have gone to Ralph's for Splenda and used those expiring physical coupons but I opted to save money. Not that it takes much to keep me in the house. The site I redid my resume on wouldn't put it into a file, I tried a few other sites but almost all of them are "free" until you try to download the result. They don't charge much, but it's the principle of the thing. I found an actual free one, though I'll need to still go through some resume places. There has to be a place for people like me.

I listened to more of an MCLE conference as I worked, though it was interminable. All day spent trudging through it and still couldn't finish. While some of the information was interesting, trying to mine for gems out of a lecture just doesn't work for me. Maybe I'll look into the Self Study options and see if I can find anything to give me experience. Julian made commission again, so his paycheck should be rocking. We had no plans for the day and nothing on the Calendar, but I figured we could hit up The Hole. Rob had a Happy Hour at his friend's place around 2:30 and I though maybe he could join us after, or maybe we could all hang out somewhere in the gayborhood, but I didn't hear back from him. Presumably having a blast. Julian went to get cigarettes and asked me to put music on while he was gone, but I went to Lady Miss Friday's room and tried to finish both the MCLE and The Shattered World, one of the books I rediscovered and had been reading as a refresher. I heard the door open and thought Julian was back, but Terry was outside when I checked. He was having some issue with Taka and super concerned about me, given everything at work. I tried to give what advice and reassurances I could, but there's only so much you can say when someone's drunk. After he left I noticed a prescription bottle on the floor by Julian's bed. It was the Trimix I got from those clients. I'm imagining Drunk Terry thought he was purloining my ketamine and put it down when he realized that wasn't the case, but it's ultimately a mystery.

I felt like I could have slept all day and tried to sink into the floor, but I got dressed and took a few caffeine pills while I waited for Julian to return. Could have laid with Lady Miss Friday, but I wanted to keep the place secure, spend time with Julian's kids, and be there and ready when Julian returned. I know how much it takes to get me out of the house on an ordinary day, so I felt like stacking the odds was needed. When Julian did come back he opted for The Hole. Even though it was Labor Day weekend, I thought it would be late enough that we shouldn't have to deal with a line.

Definitely no worry there - the place was nowhere near as busy as I remember it being. Keith, the choreographer I don't get along very well with, was working behind the bar. He's been working there for 4 years, though I'd never saw him before. I think he overcharged Julian for his drinks. I really should have avoided him. They renovated, though most of that seemed to be just cleaning up the outside. Maybe they put in more concrete & wood? I saw the gent from years ago who used to delicately wave at me, gave him that same delicate wave back and he howled in laughter. Couldn't believe I remembered. Rico and his friend Carlos, we met a gent named Conrad and a few other folks. Conrad wanted to come home with us, I think, but we just swapped numbers and took off instead. I was running on fumes from the beginning and it's not like we could host.

We could probably have done something else with the night but I was out of ideas. Julian only had one beer at The Hole, though granted it was one of their pitchers, but he drank more at home. Decided he hated the old phone he was using as a temp until he decided what to do or could afford to replace the Razr. Something wrong with the network or something, so he used my phone to call them and had me look up the insurance number. I'd thought, again, that we might fuck, but didn't necessarily want to given how drunk he was. He was still on the phone with Verizon and insurance when I crashed a little before 11, though he did take a moment from that to lash out that I wasn't waiting up.