Independance Day 2005

Happy Fourth of July everyone! This was a very long weekend for the Glow-Go-Boy (only three days but man do I pack the fun in).

Friday night was a small soiree at my gay-bours house S&J with A and R for a nice pasta dish and salad and some AMAZING fat free cheesecake like pie. We talked about important things...like...masterbation and sex, alcohol, men, and shopping (The four food groups...(for those of you that know me...you know THAT is an extreme joke). It's amazing how 3 bottles of wine between 4 homos (one guy doesn't drink) can really bring out some interesting information.

After sumbling the dangerous two doors down and going to bed I awoke somewhat early and started cleaning the house and putting shtuff away (like the HUGE stack of clean clothes in the corner of my bedroom that was threatening to evolve into an intelligent life form). I called a couple of friends and they said they were going to brave the crowds and head over to IKEA (they just opened a store here...don't be jealous, gurls...it just gives you an excuse to come visit the city).

So we agree to carpool and I drive over there about 3PM and we arrive at IKEA at about 3:30. After about 30 minutes of navigating through the throngs of people and cars we finally find parking about 6 blocks away. Not a big deal, I never minded walking so we just chatted as we trekked down the street to arrive at...the Line.

Oh yes. A 30 minute line to IKEA but after going through all that just for a parking spot we were like "Hell yes we're going to wait". It's actually a GREAT store (or it will be once the hype dies down) and I found a few pieces that might be nice to have in my townhome (most of it is already complete however). So after following my friends around the store for THREE HOURS I ended up spending a WHOPPING $10.78. Hey...even I was shocked. However, since buying the house, I generally go looking...think about how it fits in with my design and needs and THEN I go back and get stuff. I found some storage/shelving pieces that I want to get soon.

So after that, I was like 2 hours late to a BBQ I was supposed to appear at, but I HAD to take a nap. I was ex-freakin-sausted. I feel bad about missing it, and I plan on apologizing later this week with some kind of penance :)

So after my nap, my friends called and we went to the Heretic to dance a bit. We got tired and headed home around 1:30AM (I can't do that all night shtuff anymore) and I came home and put on the tele and just about fell asleep on the couch.

Sunday was mostly spent playing on the compter trying to get this damn software for my Tivo working. Chatted on ICUII for a bit and later my friend Lcalled and she dropped by and watched "Welcome to the Dollhouse" and then we went to the Hollywood 24 to see "Herbie: Fully Loaded" which is a very FUN film that I enjoyed lots (being a beetle owner you just gotta love it...plus I like Lindsay Lohan).

Monday kind of came and went actually. It feels as if I didn't get my day off :) Woke up, had breakfast, called L and went to the gym (chest, arms, back day) and then we drove to lunch and then Target (where I bought $35 in crap I don't need) and then back home to change and then off to a friend's highrise condo to watch the fireworks at Lennox.

While watching fireworks I hung out with my friends B&L and watching them kind of made me sad in a way. It would have been nice to enjoy the fireworks with someone special. :) Universe, it must be late because I am getting sentimental. Perhaps it's a sign maybe I should GET TO BED? LOL :)

I doubt if things will work out with Arkansas as we both know he'll be going back home to Arkasas in three weeks and then onto some other destination for work. Oh the life of a playboy *laugh* Perhaps that's why he's been a bit distanced...but I do like him and it's rare to find someone that is really a good person at his core with the same values and spirit that I have.

I find myself oscillating in and out of having faith in the Universe that things are how they should be. I mean...are they how they should be or am I supposed to DO something? I told someone I felt like I was living in potentia...it's kind of a wierd concept to explain. Closest approximationg is that it feels like I'm living my own chicken and the egg problem!