Well, the opening Friday was awesome. I'm totally not going to get my heart set on anything or go overboard, but I really had a good time, and I will say that I am terribly smitten with Nick. He picked me up Friday and as we were driving to the museum, one of the first songs that came on his cd player was Underwear, by Pulp. So that alone was a bonus. The opening was fancy and I felt good about how my dress and everything turned out. He looked very dapper ( my God, he is gorgeous.) and afterwards we went to Club Charles, where we got to sit in the little room. The jukebox is still working again. I had a couple of my favourite White Russians (Club Charles makes the best White Russians!!) and all in all had a lovely time. The neighbor from across the street was there and texted me, but still didn't come up to talk to me face to face, because he's too shy. Ridiculous---how can anybody be that fucking shy? We closed the bar basically and watched Shaun of The Dead and by then it was four in the morning. I broke the streak or spell or taboo or whatever you want to call it of someone other than Rob being in the apartment, sleeping in the bed. Yeah, he stayed over. I swear, he has the softest, smoothest skin EVER, he is so FUCKING hot, it's ridiculous. I had plans to have lunch with Mom Saturday, so when he was getting ready to leave we made plans to go out Saturday night. We ended up going to some punk kids he knows house in Barclay street, because his friend had broken up with her boyfriend and was in a bad state. We left and went to Rocket To Venus, where we ran into Steve and Rainey (I forgot it was her B-day, I felt so bad). It was so good to see her and chat for a bit. I introduced her to Nick, and it was really nice to be seen with him, especially because he stood with his arm around me and I think may have even kissed the top of my head while we were talking to her. I will have to catch up with her soon. We had to go back to that punk house after we left Rocket to check on his friend. I swear, it was just like back when John Hicks used to have TSSB Night. I guess if you've been to one punk party you've been to all of them. Cops blocked off 25th at Barclay and the other end of Barclay, as well, and they had shotguns, some serious shit must have gone down. I have to look it up on the computer to see what happened. It was a wee bit scary. Nick wanted to stick around and see what would happen, but I had to pee, and I also didn't want to die. Saturday ended up stretching into Sunday afternoon. Carmin broke up with Allen yesterday, or they are on a break for a few weeks, so I had to definately focus on that for the rest of the day. I really hope Allen fucking gets it, and starts putting more effort into her and not be so stuck up Rob's ass. They may find themselves with only eachother because they will have pushed everybody else away. I took Carm for coffee at Donna's and then we watched Rock of Love. I hope Allen misses her and learns a little something from all of this, instead of just drinking himself into oblivion or fucking somebody in the interim.