Its Saturday morning and I feel a bit rested. Now I can report some of the noteworthy events that took place over the time I was gone and during the move:
I turned 35. Ouch.
The birthday dinner gathering that Super T put together for me was amazing. Hed called all of my friends. Not sure how he managed to get everyones phone number, but I was impressed and very, very touched. I found out that hed spent time with Nicole, my downstairs neighbor so that he could get a better sense of what Id like on my birthday and how to surprise me [oh the guilt for getting jealous and insecure about those two!]. We went to an El Salvadorian restaurant that had a Latin combo band so that we could have dinner and then salsa dance!! Super T was so cute!! He has no idea how to salsa, but tried his damndest! They got me really stumbling drunk, and then Super T took me back to his place and helped me wobble up the stairs and tucked me in bed (after I drunkenly attacked him, of course!). Woke the next morning to kisses. Lolled [wink] for hours. The most beautiful birthday gift
.possibly ever.
Had a nice visit from my parents and my brother. I dont see my bro often. Were just not that close. I wish we got along better, but our relationship has always been strained. I hate that, and I know he does too. Favoritism was pretty obvious in my family growing up. We do love each other. Just in a bit of a dysfunctional way. I wish I knew a way to get closer to him. Im happy we got to see each other before I left, though.
The girls (Lovely Leah, Vanessa the Undressa, the Pink Princess) blew me off on Saturday night. They all ended up having other plans and things. I was hurt. Really hurt. I mean, shit. It was my birthday and I was leaving town and wed made plans a week earlier. I knew that Super T was going to a different party and secretly hoped hed invite me to go along, but I certainly didnt want to ask. I felt like such a loser.
Ended up desperately calling the boys. My guy friends that I hadnt seen in possibly a year. I love these guys, and used to hang out with them all the time. But one by one, they either got married or other situations pulled us apart. Other situations include something that is strictly forbidden when youre a chick and youre one of the guys. Yeah. I dated one of em. It got ugly and we drifted apart. Long story short, I somehow ended up going out with Dude (the guy I dated). Just the two of us. And had a blast!! He took me all over town, showering me with complements and pouring shots down my throat. I almost got that feeling again and came thisclose to spending the night with him. Really. In the end, I couldnt do it. I know Im going through a bit of a fucked up stage where guys are concerned. But I didnt want to have to hold onto that kind of guilt. So we called it a night. Im happy I saw him. Even happier I didnt screw him.
Sunday brunch with Super T and Nicole. Little diner in the gay district. All the waiters were dressed in drag as waitresses. Cute. Had a really nice brunch and was happy that I felt so comfortable sitting there with the two of them. But also felt a twinge of guilt for seeing Dude the night before and almost sleeping with him!
Sunday afternoon with Super T. We just kinda clung to each other. Finally, I guess he couldnt take it any more, so he told me he had to leave. I was a little surprised. I guess I just assumed that we would spend my last night in town together. But no. He told me that he had to go. I almost begged and pleaded with him to stay, but didnt want to appear desperate, so I walked him to the door. He gave me the biggest hug. And then I noticed the tears. And I just wanted to hold on and hold on, but I was so surprised that he was that upset. I didnt know. I really didnt know. And I didnt know what to say. So I let him walk out that door.
Lost it. After Super T left I was a mess. Ugh. A sobbing, whimpering, blubbering mess. And I wandered among the boxes. Praying that I was doing the right thing. Ended up calling Super T, this time pleading with him to come back over
..telling him that I just didnt want to be alone. Not my last night in town. But he wouldnt do it. Told me that hes not good at these things. I was heartbroken.
Monday morning. Movers came to load the truck. Made nicey with the driver. Didnt hurt that he was handsome, in a truck-driverly way! Although too short for my tastes, he has a beautifully chiseled face, gigantic blue eyes, and an amazing bod. Not to mention he was super friendly and actually pretty hilarious. Told him that if he made it up to my new place with everything in good condition, thered be plenty of beers waiting for him! Hey
a little flirting never hurt anyone and could possibly be the key to timely, perfect deliveries. Right?
Monday night was kitty transport night. I was so stressed about getting my cat into his carrier and checking him into baggage (poor baby, hes luggage!) and flying him to my new location. Id given him a couple of Valium and seriously considered popping a couple myself. After I gave him a kiss and checked him in, we had severe thunderstorm delays
an hour and a half. I was in agony worrying about my baby and what was happening to him down in the cargo bin. So I went to the bar to ease my nerves. Of course, I sat next to the hottest guy in the airport (by accident, I swear!), and we struck up a conversation about my new city. He loves the place and made me feel so good about the move. Turns out, were practically neighbors! So I told him that he should sit with me and tell me about the town. But he was sitting in First Class. Bummer.
Buddied up with the flight attendant back in the commoners cabin. Told her my whole friggin story!! We blabbed the whole way, and she got me cocktails and told me that she used to date a guy in my new city and that I will love it. We exchanged phone numbers, and then she filled a barf bag full of airplane liquor and handed it to me! I told her that Id love to have her over at my new apartment and Id make martinis out of the gin and vodka shed given me. I love making new friends!
After landing, kitty was transported up in a special elevator
.and BOY, was he MAD!! I could tell that the Valium had worn off and he was ready to come unglued. I grabbed him up and headed outside in the rain to wait for the shuttle to take us to the long-term parking. Took for freaking ever! Finally made it to my car and then had to figure out how to get to the hotel from the airport. Long story short, we got in at 2am Tuesday morning. Grumble.
Whoops. Going to exceed the character limit. More events in next entry!
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