I dropped Nala and Evebird off at the airport around 5:15 am for a 6:30 flight to Chicago for OTFCC.
I sorta slept till 8ish, got up, fed and pooped the hoont.
I started a pot of coffee. Watched a bit of TiVo'd stuff (Friday's Roswell mini-marathon).
Enjoyed coffee and conversation with Jay about weddings and mutual friends he was going to see this weekend. Helped him wrap his wedding gift for one of them.
Saw him on his way and went back to bed. Briefly. Watched 2 home improvement shows.
Ebayed. (See "Figures" entry).
Around 4-4:30pm, I ended up going shopping to points north. Lewis Center. Marshall's, WalMart, Kohl's. Spent money on some new clothes that I didn't need and only make me realize I need to lose 15#.
Ate some BK on the way home. Called Nala and left messages. Started laundry on new clothes.
Watched new Justice League Unlimited episode. Was immediately so excited... well, I was beyond moist, as Nala would say.
Called Nala back and talked about OTFCC and the episode of JLU. Which he and Evebird missed.
Ironed new shirt, showered, and generally attempted to make myself pretty. I did ok aside from the gut. It couldn't be hidden.
Went out to a gay bar to meet friends I hadn't seen in months. Ran into acquaintance I hadn't seen in years. Got cruised by a dozen fat old trolls. And no, I'm not generalizing... not all fat people are trolls. These were. And it was uncomfortable. Acquaintance said "Is it just me or is this place boring now?" Neither of us was drinking enough to make it even CLOSE to being ok. I wasn't drinking at all.
HOWEVER... I did meet several very cute, young men, and watched a few others dance around the floor. One in particular, an acquaintance of one of my oldest friends, was fascinating to watch, as was his birthday-boy roommate, although not in the same way. One short, built, with nice eyes, and dressed to conceal his beautiful body. The other was taller, lanky, with brown hair reddened by the sun, and had no rhythm, much like me. Ah, so that was the attraction for my friend. That and he's French. He's the auschwizian boy I used to be. Both had killer smiles.
So, as I was leaving, I was on a mission to get the hell out of there through the crowded courtyard/parking lot back to my car a few blocks away, and someone caught my eye, standing talking to another of my friend's many acquaintances. About my height, brown hair, striking resemblance to a boy named Ben who I knew in the dorms at OSU, who I used to dance with at the dyke bar here when a bunch of us would all drive up from Athens. I was tired, and on a mission, so I played it off as an illusion brought on by being tired and having two Red Bull's at the bar. (PS. Red Bull did not give me wings. I did not pass go. I did not collect $200.)
It was a CD night, retro dance remixes. I gave up an evening in bed for that? Well... thank goodness there was some eye candy who didn't look like they were strung out on something.
And now, I need to check the weather, get some coffee, and get moving for the day. Jay has a computer that needs fixed, Alex needs his files, the lawn needs to be mowed, and the front flowers need weeded. My tomato plant needs repotted, as do the two pepper plants. And let's not forget the annuals.
