Last night was fun! I’d spent my entire day off just chillin’… ok, well I’d actually spent a good portion of the later part of the afternoon tearing my apartment apart, looking for my debit card. It’s like, the worst feeling when you think you’ve lost that shit and your checking account is just at the mercy of some random schmo. I couldn’t find it anywhere, so I swallowed my pride and headed into work on my fucking day off to see if maybe I’d left it there someplace. Sure enough, I found it exactly where I thought I’d left it and the world was 10 times brighter again. I was on my way out when one of the guys in Accounting stopped me to let me know that I’d forgotten to get a bunch of traveller’s checks signed by a guest, and therefore, we may have “a uh, situation that’ll need to get addressed”. Oh hell. I didn’t have the energy to even deal with it so I just apologized and said I’d be back on Wednesday and would stop by the cashier’s office then. Besides, I’d already made plans with Randyboy and Bravo and it was my day off, dammit, and I wasn’t about to get bogged down with work-related shit.

So, I metup with my dawgs in the east village for some Starbucks and some strollin’. There’s something very fun about spending the evening with two gorgeous ppl who can stop traffic with their looks, I felt like such a little stud. I kept walking in between the two of them, just a few steps ahead, b/c I liked the visual of my little badass self being flanked by the two pretty blond guys. Hee. We voyaged across St. Mark’s Place for a bite @ Stingy Lulu’s, where our cuteass waitress was transfixed by the sexiness of Bonzai (who I’d just purchased @ Petco). The boys had salads, I opted for breakfast instead b/c I can just never say no to scrambled eggs & bacon with french fries. After the grubbin’, we zipped over to Joe’s Pub and listened to the lesbianic sounds of Melissa Ferrick, who fucking rocked the house. I was a little nervous about going, but Randy insisted that the lesbians would not actually beat us up or inflict any physical harm as long as we stayed away from their powertools and flannel coats. I liked the show. She was funny and I truly appreciated what she had to share on the topics of lesbian sex with vibrators (knowledge is power, you guys). The show was just great, she’s playing Tuesday night too so if anybody is feeling all dykey, you gotta see this girl.

We wandered for a bit afterwards. I made an actual CD purchase @ TOWER (yeah, the “Camp” soundtrack) and then Randyboy made his exit for the night. Poor 9-to-5 guy! He and Bravo got on really well, though, which was cool and made things extra perky.

Laughing boys

I was still kind of wired from the show and so was Bravo, so we hit Johnny Rockets, where we were scandalized by a naked man out for NUDE MIDNIGHT JOG. No, for real. We’re sitting there and this random middleaged guy just sprints past the window we’re seated at, butt-nekked, just running like the free-est man on Earth. And he kept running. Like, he’d run to the end of the street and then come back and then run back. It was insane. The staff didn’t seem the least bit jarred by this (”Oh yeah, he does that all the time.”) and actually encouraged us to ask him if he’d mind stopping to pose for a picture. Bravo wasn’t really brushed-up on his Approaching A Streaker Ettiquette, nor was I — what the hell do you say to a naked person? “Hi, I’m sorry to bother you but I noticed you were naked…”) — so we just let the whole thing go. It was pretty clear that the whole thing was God’s special way of telling us that the evening could not be ended on a lovlier note, so we both hugged, said our goodbyes, and made our journeys home… where we just stayed up for a few more hours, chatting on AIM. Fun fun fun.

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The trainride home was pleasant, express, and peaceful. I slept almost as soundly as this guy:

Zzzz…

A lovely night.