Last weekend was pretty quiet. We'd decided long ago that it would be, as we're going to be out a fair bit over Easter, plus we have NY the week after. Also, The Boyf had a course in Birmingham on Monday and had decided to travel up on Sunday and stay in a hotel, so it gave me a day to chill out on my own.
The weather was grey and miserable - exactly how I like it on a Sunday when I'm at home. So I roasted myself a chicken to have with some salad, wrapped myself up in a duvet and flopped in front of the tv to watch the opening race of this years F1 Grand Prix season.
And then The Drag Queen phoned me. She'd been to Trade since 6 in the morning and was dragging herself back out into daylight at 3.45pm, along with OBM#1. Sounding remarkably fresh she then planted the seed which I was hoping she wouldn't; did I fancy going to the RVT? How was I going to be able to resist? Needless to say, two hours later I'd shaved my head, primped, plucked and generally preened and was running out the door to get a tube.
Once there I was ushered to the front of the queue and VIP'd in by the doorman so didn't have to pay - result! - and then bumped straight into a new friend of mine, who we'll refer to as The Mongol. He's short, dark, hairy and gorgeous - just how I like my men. And that's when it all gets a little bit unclear in my mind. The lovely Spanish barman offered me a Sambuca shot and then I decided it would be a good idea having one between every pint. I know I had a great time, but the further it gets into the evening the less I seem to remember. I got spectacularly drunk.
I don't remember leaving the RVT but somehow I ended up in The Hoist at midnight, on my own. The place was pretty empty. I didn't stay long, but I did still manage to… well… pleasure someone orally, to be demure about it. No idea who. I know he was slightly older with grey fair and a very fit, smooth body. I don't normally go for smooth, but he was in very good shape and I distinctly remember him having great, chewable nipples. More importantly, he was the only person to pay me any attention. Frankly I'm not surprised - I must have been quite a sight by that time in the evening.
I woke up on Monday morning with the Mother of all hang-overs and with the light still on and the hoover running, and with no idea as to how I got there. I had managed to fold my clothes up very neatly though, so it's nice to know my gayness shines through any drunken haze.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
No Rest For The Wicked
Typical! I get a little break at work in which I can write something, and now I can't think of anything to write about.
I can't tell you how stressed out at work I am at the moment. Things are getting silly. I've got work coming out of my ears and I'm not great at coping with it. Having too much to do is counter-productive for me. And of course, I tend to bottle the stress up. I go quiet (apart from the odd expletive) rather than shouting and screaming. The Boyf has no idea. The last thing I want to do when I get home it talk about how stressed work is making me. I just want to go home and forget about it for a few hours.
I set myself little goals - little things to look forward to - to get me through the week. It can be anything; at the moment I'm looking forward to the fact that The Boyf's going away for a night and it means I'll have the place to myself. It's good to have some space sometimes. So this week I'm diverting my attention to thinking about what I'm going to spend my Boyf-less time doing, even if it's just cooking myself something to eat that he doesn’t like (i.e. fish) and reading a book. Next week I'll divert my attention with planning Easter, and after that with our trip to NY (which The Boyf doesn't know anything about as it's a surprise birthday present).
The last time I went to NY was in 2005, for Valentine's in fact. I was dating a guy from Manhatten and had gone to visit for the first time (and last, as it turned out). He was a lovely guy - still is, in fact - but I have to admit that I most enjoyed both the Friday and the Monday when I had time to roam the city on my own, which I did at length. There's nothing quite like walking around a new city on your own for hours on end. Going with The Boyf will be fun though; he'll be far more up for mischief and less likely to try to hide me in a corner in The Eagle like the ex did. And of course I'm looking forward to doing a little Blogger spotting; seeing if I can see such luminaries as Joe.My.God, The Farmboyz and The Mark of Kane. Knowing me I won't be able to speak to them, unless I've VERY drunk, in which case they'll probably wish I hadn't plucked up the courage.
Oh well, that passed a little time. Amazing how much I can waffle on when I can't think of anything to say.
I can't tell you how stressed out at work I am at the moment. Things are getting silly. I've got work coming out of my ears and I'm not great at coping with it. Having too much to do is counter-productive for me. And of course, I tend to bottle the stress up. I go quiet (apart from the odd expletive) rather than shouting and screaming. The Boyf has no idea. The last thing I want to do when I get home it talk about how stressed work is making me. I just want to go home and forget about it for a few hours.
I set myself little goals - little things to look forward to - to get me through the week. It can be anything; at the moment I'm looking forward to the fact that The Boyf's going away for a night and it means I'll have the place to myself. It's good to have some space sometimes. So this week I'm diverting my attention to thinking about what I'm going to spend my Boyf-less time doing, even if it's just cooking myself something to eat that he doesn’t like (i.e. fish) and reading a book. Next week I'll divert my attention with planning Easter, and after that with our trip to NY (which The Boyf doesn't know anything about as it's a surprise birthday present).
The last time I went to NY was in 2005, for Valentine's in fact. I was dating a guy from Manhatten and had gone to visit for the first time (and last, as it turned out). He was a lovely guy - still is, in fact - but I have to admit that I most enjoyed both the Friday and the Monday when I had time to roam the city on my own, which I did at length. There's nothing quite like walking around a new city on your own for hours on end. Going with The Boyf will be fun though; he'll be far more up for mischief and less likely to try to hide me in a corner in The Eagle like the ex did. And of course I'm looking forward to doing a little Blogger spotting; seeing if I can see such luminaries as Joe.My.God, The Farmboyz and The Mark of Kane. Knowing me I won't be able to speak to them, unless I've VERY drunk, in which case they'll probably wish I hadn't plucked up the courage.
Oh well, that passed a little time. Amazing how much I can waffle on when I can't think of anything to say.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Yawn
Morning!
Huh? Where have I been? Er… well… mainly I've just been lazy, but actually (as I think I may have already mentioned) my work is incredibly busy now-a-days, meaning I don't get time to write when I would normally do so. Also, because The Boyf doesn't know I write this - for reasons which I either can't remember or seem no longer valid - I can't do any writing at home. When I started this I wanted to be able to vent without The Boyf reading it and possibly getting upset, but this blog doesn't seem to have taken that direction. But now I've been doing it so long I can't tell him cause he'll wonder why I've kept it a secret.
Anyway.
We've not done very much clubbing recently - because by and large it's a bit crap at the moment what with the same old electronic bleeping and attitude-ridden Angertwinks. As for playthings - January was a very dry month, but February saw two Australians and a Spaniard come round for a little of the old "how's your father". We're currently being pursued by a lovely Iraqi, and I'm not running away too fast, whilst I still have two Turks, two Italians and an Albanian on the cards in case I get bored.
Megawoof! moved venues last weekend, to the Colosseum, which usually means the death of a club-night. It did seem rather quiet early on but then suddenly seemed to get very busy. The crowd seemed very slightly different, and there were a few faces missing who would normally have been there, but then there were a lot of goings-on elsewhere to entice people (we had friends travelling to some leather thing in Berlin and the Sydney Mardi Gras). All in all though it was a triumph, and we made sure Daz and Diddy (the promotors) were told as much.
The day before we attended a birthday bash at Tonka, which is always a good social night out. It seemed like almost every guy I fancied was in attendance, and I actually had a fit of nervous giggling and had to go outside to calm down at one point. It didn't help that a friend of ours turned up with his new beau, who turned out to be the man I consider to be the best looker in London. As usual he didn't speak to me, although he does seem genuinely shy. And frankly I'd forgive him anything.
At the end of the month I'm taking The Boyf to New York for the Black Party and to visit friends as it's his birthday, and when we get back we'll be attending our first gay wedding. And before all that we have a busy Easter schedule of friends' birthdays and clubbing. So hopefully I'll get chance to tell you all about it.
Huh? Where have I been? Er… well… mainly I've just been lazy, but actually (as I think I may have already mentioned) my work is incredibly busy now-a-days, meaning I don't get time to write when I would normally do so. Also, because The Boyf doesn't know I write this - for reasons which I either can't remember or seem no longer valid - I can't do any writing at home. When I started this I wanted to be able to vent without The Boyf reading it and possibly getting upset, but this blog doesn't seem to have taken that direction. But now I've been doing it so long I can't tell him cause he'll wonder why I've kept it a secret.
Anyway.
We've not done very much clubbing recently - because by and large it's a bit crap at the moment what with the same old electronic bleeping and attitude-ridden Angertwinks. As for playthings - January was a very dry month, but February saw two Australians and a Spaniard come round for a little of the old "how's your father". We're currently being pursued by a lovely Iraqi, and I'm not running away too fast, whilst I still have two Turks, two Italians and an Albanian on the cards in case I get bored.
Megawoof! moved venues last weekend, to the Colosseum, which usually means the death of a club-night. It did seem rather quiet early on but then suddenly seemed to get very busy. The crowd seemed very slightly different, and there were a few faces missing who would normally have been there, but then there were a lot of goings-on elsewhere to entice people (we had friends travelling to some leather thing in Berlin and the Sydney Mardi Gras). All in all though it was a triumph, and we made sure Daz and Diddy (the promotors) were told as much.
The day before we attended a birthday bash at Tonka, which is always a good social night out. It seemed like almost every guy I fancied was in attendance, and I actually had a fit of nervous giggling and had to go outside to calm down at one point. It didn't help that a friend of ours turned up with his new beau, who turned out to be the man I consider to be the best looker in London. As usual he didn't speak to me, although he does seem genuinely shy. And frankly I'd forgive him anything.
At the end of the month I'm taking The Boyf to New York for the Black Party and to visit friends as it's his birthday, and when we get back we'll be attending our first gay wedding. And before all that we have a busy Easter schedule of friends' birthdays and clubbing. So hopefully I'll get chance to tell you all about it.
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