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6:50 PM - Tuesday May 25, 2004 The original plan for Saturday night was to kick back and watch The Exorcist director's cut, eat lots of snacks, then have some sex. But, Coyote's house was clean, so we went over for a visit, and the next thing I know, it's 2am and I'm throwing up in her toilet. Our cab never actually came even though we thought we saw one come down the street, and Coyote was so tired she'd gone to bed and locked us out by the time we realized that indeed, that was not our cab. Bleah. So, we walked drunkenly down the big hill and caught a cab on the corner by the Unlucky Fried Kitten. Kryptonite was very good at holding my hand and keeping me from walking off the sidewalk. Heh. After a thorough teeth-brushing, fantastic drunken sex was had which my roommate then decided he had to tease me about in front of Durga the next evening. Apparently I said Kryptonite's name. A lot. I yelled at the Roomie for embarrassing me, and then completely skeezed him out by telling him I did it because it made me come really hard. Heh. He should really know better than to do that to me. And no hangover again! Yay! I rock! Durga and I went out to Vortex to do some dancing, and it happened to be the finals for the 5 Minutes of Fame talent show so we got to see a hot guy in a g-string play the bagpipes (Only in Nova Scotia!), a cute guy who stripped, an a cappella singer, a drag king, a couple of drag queens, a girl with a bass guitar, and a guy with a guitar. There might be some others I've missed. Anyway, nudie bagpipe boy placed third, the singer placed second, and the drag king won first prize. God he's hot. Then Durga and I danced our asses off, and went on home. I've been dying to go out dancing for a while, I didn't get that gooned up, and I had a great time. Today, however, I woke up with a sore throat and swollen glands. Bleah. I WILL be better for Friday when I go to visit Kryptonite. I WILL. All positive vibes go here.
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