Post Partem
Monday, January 30th, 2006Well, Bob’s big event is over. All that remains to be done now is writing up wrap notes for whomever takes this position next year, since it seems unlikely that I will be returning.
I drove up to Park City for the Awards Night celebration on Saturday. Because it was snowing pretty heavily, I called L and asked if it would be okay to crash at his condo for the night – which also allowed me to drink a bit more than I would have otherwise. I didn’t get falling-down drunk or anything, but I was pretty well gone. By the time the party was over and I was headed to his place, I was full of all sorts of drunken plans to tell him things that I really shouldn’t. I didn’t get the opportunity, though, because the on-again boyfriend was there.
Among the people crashing at the condo that night was also the very, very drunk girlfriend of another employee in the condo. She woke us all up at 4 a.m. by doing the dishes, randomly moaning or screaming, puking and generally being a sloppy drunk. Anyway, I ended up spending the morning with L and J both while getting up and over breakfast. I wish I could say that J was ugly and unpleasant, but I can’t. The truth is, I think I have more in common with J than I do with L (we’re both dedicated Buffy fans for starters, and we both seem to think L is pretty wonderful… ) anyway, I wanted a friend like Willow in “As You Were” – someone perfectly willing to hate him even though he turned out to be a pretty cool guy.
I guess that if I’m truly going to be a good friend, I should get to know J enough so that my friendship with L doesn’t have to be completely seperate from his trying to make things work out with J. And if I truly want L to be happy, I need to accept that working things out with J might be the way he gets there. I hate being fraking mature sometimes. Why can’t I be petty and shallow and manipulative?
Pushed myself twice as hard at the gym this weekend, so now I’m sore. I’ve been pretty lucky so far with avoiding the soreness, but two hard workouts in two day, coupled with a lack of sleep, and I’m feeling every muscle in my body – especially those in my back.
Oh, the other cute boy at work… the one who isn’t gay but I doubt he’d pass up a blow job no matter who it came from… apparently he didn’t realize I was gay! We were at the party on Saturday and I said something (crude, I’m sure) and his mouth dropped open in shock and surprise. “You’re gay!” I don’t know how he didn’t know that already after working with me for almost three months – it’s not like I’ve been anything other than out at the office, but it was a pretty funny moment. On the other hand, I’m more confused about his tendency over the last few months to hover over my desk with his pelvis thrust suggestively close to my face. (Really, other people have commented on it… he doesn’t seem to stand as close or as suggestively when dropping in on anyone else…) Well, after learning I was gay, he quickly repeated several times that he’s not gay (why do straight guys have to do that, I’ll believe you the first time) and then kinda freaked out and disappeared on us, or maybe he was just drunk and wandered off, hard to say. Today, he’s back to the same old habits (he stopped by a few mintues ago to borrow my cigarette lighter). I just don’t get it.
L’s birthday is coming up this week and since J ruined my planned birthday present (L mentioned a few weeks ago that he wanted to read Wicked, but J bought it for him last week so I had to come up with another plan) I decided I’d give him my favorite books, the Last Herald-Mage trilogy by Mercedes Lackey. The risky thing is that I’ll be absolutely crushed if he doesn’t like them.
And speaking of birthdays, I’ve been remiss in wishing a lot of my friends a happy day! If you’ve celebrated another cycle around Papa Sol in the last few weeks, please accept my apologies for belated recognition and my sincere hope that you had a happy birthday.
Happy birthday *-*-*scrollgirl”> (I’m on time for this one!), *-*-*wisewoman”>, *-*-*ladyhelix”> *-*-*dlgood”> and anyone else who may have scrolled too far down my f-list.
I leave for Vegas Friday morning. Lots to think about between now and then.
