Absinthe, Cake, and Cocaine Blues

The Director of Imaging here at work grabbed me yesterday and said he saw me at the ballgame on Sunday---with my "gentleman friend," which, when I told Nick last night, prompted him to say, "Haha, people from work saw me making out with you." Of course I wanted to say to the guy from work, "Oh, yeah? Did you see how criminally handsome my 'gentleman friend' is, exactly?", but I refrained haha. So we went to Club Charles last night. Carmin was closing, so I talked to her earlier in the day and she sounded fine. She was saying her and Allen may take a trip in August to Nashville and she sounded excited, which made me happy. I read a blog she'd written Saturday night about being depressed and not having a very good month, what with her brother and moving and not seeing Allen enough. It made me feel bad that she was like that and I was out instead of there to hang out and talk, but I had no idea, and I guess I really shouldn't make myself feel like I don't deserve to go out and enjoy myself. It goes without saying though that if she needs me or whatever, I will drop whatever to be with her (like the night all the shit came out about her brother. She was so good to me when I was a fucking basketcase.). I wrote a response, I don't know if she saw it when she got home from work last night, I had already left to pick up Nick. We decided to finally order the absinthe at Club Charles last night. It was expensive and tasted like absolute shit. It was a damn shame. It had the MOST overpowering licorice smell and taste. I think the sugar was supposed to be disolved before it was added, and not just dumped in to collect in the bottom of the glass. The Owl Bar and Rocket To Venus are supposed to have it, as well, so we may give it another go elsewhere, but for all the talk and money (and it listing wormwood on the label), it was terrible and I didn't feel or see shit. No hallucinations, didn't get sick, Thank God (I was also eating Cool Ranch Doritos to try to get that horrible taste out of my mouth), didn't get fucked up, either. In fact, I had three vodka and diets afterwards and only got a little tipsy. There was one point where I felt something, not quite regular drunk, but something pretty good, so maybe that was the absinthe with the vodka. Who knows? We hung out with his friend Rob and Laurie, then when they left, we sat singing into eachother's mouths and making out, especially when his request for Underwear came on. I am so bit up today, got to keep the collar all the way up. When we left the bar, I had to take him home and we made out in the car, both of us lamenting that he didn't come over to mine so we could have made up for lost time. I was forthright though, about not taking chances and not doing anything in my car in his parents' driveway, especially not when his dad gets up at like 4 am to do The Morning Show. But I really look forward to Two For Tuesdays tonight. He said he has some ideas for B-day presents for me, so that made me happy. Among the things uttered was the question of how did it take him so long to find me, and I said I ask myself the same thing.

Some Asian girl took our picture outside of the bar last night (it was somebody's birthday, and they had cake) and said she'd put it on her Flickr, so I have to check for that.