Well, this was quite a weekend. Nick got back to Bawlmer and Friday night he came down to get me. Met his friend Christina who he went to Idaho to collect. Tiny little lesbian resembling Cameron Diaz. We drove down to Club Charles. Ended up also going to a gay bar somewhere at 22nd and Maryland Avenue. I was a little drunk by then, but I do remember they were playing porn on the televisions and announcing for a 50 50 drawing. Lots of black people. Very strange. We left all of the gay friends there and Nick and I headed for Ottobar, which was a welcome beacon, let me tell ye. I don't care really, I'll go anyplace, just sit back and observe, hopefully get a story out of it. I have a feeling I'm going to end up in a strip club at some point. I've been to one once, but basically walked in and walked back out. I know it would be off-putting for me, but at the same time, there's a part of me that finds it so absurd and laughable an entity, and it would be kitschy. Anyways, we went back to get Christina at the gay bar, and headed home. Nick dropped me off and we both lamented that he had to take Christina back with him to his parents' but that she was going to Annapolis Saturday. Saturday morning, Carm and I were going to that flea market. She asked if Allen could come along, to which I of course said yes, because I love Allen and it in no way felt like an infringement. I did however, note in my head that if I had invited Nick along or anything, she would have probably gotten mad, but I am totally going to hold on to this instance for the future. We went to Cafe Hon for breakfast, which was delicious. Got a coffee. This flea market turned out to be not so much a flea market as a damn junk sale---gutter punks and their home-made quasi-political patches, Carm did get a comic book and Allen got a couple dvd's, but mainly, it was a bust. I swear, those kids just need to wash!! The point was to rebel, but not against soap! It smelt so bad at one point, I had to go stand outside. I would classify this as false advertisement, but it was alright. After Carm went to work, I went to Target and met my Mom and Tony at Olive Garden, then they came over for me to do some massage work on them.

Nick and I went to Rocket To Venus for one drink, then met his friends Rob and Laurie at Holy's. Amazingly, I had four drinks that night and never got drunk at all. I had only three drinks Friday (didn't even finish the third) and I was deliciously drunk. Of course, they were White Russians from Club Charles, so that may have had something to do with it. I had three Vodka and Diet Cokes and one White Russian, then a regular Diet Coke dressed up to look like a cocktail, because I knew even though I didn't feel anything, if I had that fifth drink, it would in all likelihood tip the balance to me getting sick and I am proud of myself for knowing better. We had a lot of fun, and I really like how affectionate Nick is in public. while I don't want to be one of those obnoxious PDA couples, I also am so fond of him and really glad that he must think I'm pretty enough to be seen kissing me or whatever out and about.

I was more than a little downhearted when he said he couldn't stay over, or that eventually he'd have to go home on account of Christina. He said hopefully by next weekend he could stay over again. It did piss me off a little and I was kind of depressed on Sunday, and I know had he not left that morning, I wouldn't have felt that way. But after we came back into the livingroom and had a cig, Nick completely dozed off, and being that I didn't want him to leave really to begin with, and the fact that I myself was very sleepy, we both ended up sleeping on the sofa till 6 in the morning, at which time I woke up and thought we should get in bed (my neck was killing me from how I had been sleeping, well, that or the bite marks haha), so I tried wakingNick, thinking it was so late, or early, depending on how you looked at it, he'd just go home later in the morning, but he said he'd better go home then, and that's what he did. I could have kicked myself for waking him up to begin with. Part of it though was that I didn't want Carmin to come out and see Nick, shirtless and snoring on the sofa.

I did very little Sunday. Went to Hampden for a slice of pizza. I have totally put all of that weight back on. I know I have, no fooling or exaggerating now. It's bad, and I really think I am jolted enough to really stick with getting it back off. I went in Atomic, but just felt kind of blah, so I got gas and shaving gel at Target and went home to take a very enjoyable nap. I texted Nick when I woke up and asked if he was trying to do anything later. He said of course, so I got up and got ready. Christina came with us and we went to Frazier's to see his friend Rob who was working and then he met us at Brewer's Art. Brewer's was actually not super crowded at all, in fact by their standards it was empty, but nice. There was some single occupency bathroom make-out awesomeness. Classy, that's me haha. I love that kind of stuff though. I love that he just pushes me against the wall and, Ok, I have to stop. I had four drinks last night, too, and felt good, but still, not overly drunk by any means. I had a little of the Resurrection beer, Brewer's Art's speciality, too. I am getting better about being able to drink beer now, but that's just if I've already been drinking. We stopped at Subway on the way home and Nick paid for my turkey sandwich, which was sweet. He was only supposed to be coming in for a minute to go to the bathroom and Christina went to wait in his car, and I thought we would make out for a minute before he left, but somehow it ended up being probably twenty minutes of being in various states of undress in the kitchen, against the fridge, knocking off magnets and coupons, on the floor, with crumbs and ash and bits of cat food boring into my skin, and here's his poor friend who is getting so angry I can imagine, sitting out in the car, and my friend on the other side of this wall, and we keep saying that he has to go, he has to go, but we keep kissing, and now atleast we're dressed, because she's called---twice, and we keep going in for one last kiss as he's about to walk out the door, which turns into more and more kisses, emphatic and with more urgency.

Tonight is Club Charles. He said hopefully someone else can take Christina. I'm sure she was furious, and I don't blame her, but I hope she doesn't think it was all me. One other thing she said earlier that night, when Nick was getting our drinks, was that some of their friends were thinking of staging an intervention for him. I don't know what I think about that.

Victor's graduation/gallery opening in Philly is on May 2, and The Kills are also playing up there on the third, so I got tickets and booked a hotel. Nick is going to go with me and give me some money towards it. I'm excited. It will be the last big hurrah before we move to the house and the purse strings really get tightened.