Bawlmer, Baby

I was so sorry to see the weekend end. Feels like it was never even here. Seriously, I don't feel like I was off long enough, or got enough done. Friday I actually did manage to get some packng done before I went out. Just mainly the books and dvd's in the living room, the sheets and picture frames, but still, it was something. The apartment is really starting to look like something is going on because I have pulled a lot of stuff to be gotten rid of out into the livingroom along with the empty and packed boxes, and the furnishings are starting to look a little bare as I pack things up. So I got that done before Nick came down. We went to Club Charles and met people. I had been hoping Carmin and Allen were going to come over there when their movie let out across the street, that's the main reason why we were going to go to Club Charles instead of Brewer's Art, but of course, they ended up leaving the movie early and going to Frazier's. I never really got drunk, just a little tipsy for a brief while. Had one white Russian and two vodka and diets. Went back to Nick's since his parents were away getting his brother from Ithica, and Nick needed to feed Mac. Got to sleep in his bed though, as opposed to the basement floor, which was definately better. It's a single bed against the wall, so atleast I had that to keep me from falling off haha. It was nice. Got up and did very little. It was a beautiful day for The Preakness, which we watched off and on along with Kitchen Nightmares on BBC America. I do love that Kitchen Nightmares show. I love their house so much. It's palacial beyond words. Someday I would love to have a home like that. Of course, since I say that, it will almost certainly never happen. We ordered pizza and cheesy bread from Papa John's. Delicious. We watched the races and then some Mystery Science Theatre shorts, which were funny, as usual.

I had gotten a little bummed out Friday night when I learned that the Ladies' Night Angel and Laurie wanted to have actually was going to come to fruition Saturday, which meant in turn, a Boys' Night for Nick and Rob (and Christina, since she could fit in either category, really.). This bummed me out only because I wanted to spend more time with Nick, but it was nice of them to invite me and want to include me. I met them at Brewer's Art and we had a few drinks there. I ordered the Rosemary and Garlic fries, which were good, but could have been better. It was crowded as fuck and approaching that point where you can't really enjoy yourself (as in like everytime in the past before I started coming there with Nick) and the clientele was almost exclusively frat boy douchebags and sorostitutes, so we made plans go over to Grand Central. I was pretty tipsy when we left, despite eating those fries and only having two vodka and diets and a little glass of their new Sour Cherry Beer (which I will TOTALLY be getting next time). Angel knew the bartender upstairs and he gave us Redheaded Sluts shots on the way out. I was wearing my hot pin-up girl shoes, and got lots of compliments and felt really good about myself (still seem to somehow have lost a bit of weight and am terribly pleased about that), which made the excrutiating pain and massive blisters suffered by the end of the night worth while haha. Once we got in Grand Central's upstairs (mainly) lesbian bar, I realised I left my card (for real) in Brewer's and had to go back across the street for it. While I was at the bar waiting, I heard a voice behind me say, "Hey, baby. You come here often?" and it was Rob Soma. He and Nick and Christina had come there, too. It was so nice to see them (Nick especially) and get to kiss him before going back across the packed bar to Angel and Laurie (they said not to say I saw them, since it was supposed to be girls' night and boys' night like all separated and shit, and I kept my mouth shut about the clandestine meeting. Even the next day when Rob had told Angel about them being at Brewer's he couldn't believe I hadn't said anything. He said he was going to tell me all his secrets from now on haha.). So, I ended up having a nice enough time with them. It was good to get to go dancing, even if it was strictly hip-hop that I didn't really know instead of indie---the gay clubs are the only one's with dancing still, so I was glad for that. I wanted to make a joke about the Jonathan Richman song "Dancing At The Lesbian Bar," but I knew no one else would get it. Got hit on by a couple of girls (not any of the super-cute ones, though) and one incredibly drunk Mexican sailor from Virginia Beach, who asked for my number, but I was definately not interested. Went home and fell asleep till Nick came over once he'd dropped off Christina at his parents' house. The funny thing is that I ended up doing two shots in the lesbian bar, yet never felt a damn thing. Once I sobered up from Brewer's, everything else was like water. Very odd the way my body will metabolise alcohol sometimes.

Sunday we went to an O's game with Rob and Angel. Of course, it started raining and it was pretty fucking miserable for a while. It was cold and wet and obscenely expensive, but it ended up being a lot of fun. It cleared up and the game started about an hour and a half late, then in the eighth inning, it rained again (actually it fucking hailed, but was sunny still on the other side of the stadium---how I love Bawlmer weather haha!), but then it cleared up so bright and sunny, and the game was able to finish. We lost, of course, but it was still a lot of fun and I would definately like to go to another ballgame. When we got back home, Nick got his clothes and went home for dinner. We had been talking about going out that evening, but nothing was decided and I ended up being really tired and went to bed at 10, so I don't know if he still went out with his brother or what. Hopefully we'll go to Club Charles tonight. Still planning on limiting my white Russian consumption (more specifically my half and half milk consumption), so if I have any at all, it will only be one.

I need to pack some more. Should start in on my room. I'm so excited about getting to decide what to keep out, what to keep packed away. I'm so sick of my room now, all the shit sitting out, condense, condense! Don't know where I'm going to keep all of these clothes I have hanging up, since the new house doesn't have the plethora of closets we have now. Also, since I have so much junk and plan on keeping so much packed away, I hope I can find room for all of it.