Philadelphia

The weekend is over and I am back to work, and I am terribly depressed. As is what often happens when one has been looking forward to something, once it is actually over with, one is left feeling very sad indeed. One reason for that, of course, is because I had so much fun over said weekend, and the fact that I'd been looking forward to it, with all the nonsense of last week with Carmin and I was glad to have the weekend of Nick and I going away and not having to worry about offending anyone or waking anybody up or whatever. Another thing that is bringing me down is that Carmin was giving me very nearly the silent treatment yet again yesterday evening once I came home, especially after Allen left. I asked why she wasn't saying anything and she said there was nothing to talk about. I'm really getting to a point where if this shit keeps up, completely unwarrented, I'm not going to bend over backwards to sort it out and keep things on an even keel. It simply isn't fair. I haven't been home to do anything wrong!! In fact, Friday and yesterday morning, Nick was a bit more talkative and said hello and goodbye to her, so apart from the fact that he was very loungy on the sofa (and I believe he did have his feet up at one point), I don't see what else she could be cross about. Unless it's still the whole thing about the trip to Philly to begin with, but seriously, she needs to fucking forgive me for that and get over it. She was going to Jersey with her mother today to see her brother. I don't know whether to plan to try to hang out with her tonight or if Nick manages to scrounge up some money, go to Club Charles, or what. That's another thing that has filled me with trepidation---the fact that Nick is low on money this week, so he said if we can't go out, we could just hang out at the apartment, which is fine with me, but then I have to worry about Carmin getting all pissy that he is there too much or that we wake her up. Too much fucking stress for one person to be under. It's like walking on fucking eggshells.

On a brighter note, the weekend itself was a lot of fun. Thursday night we went to Club Charles, got the little room again, which was cool. Rob and my replacement came in at one point and I said hello when I took some glasses to the bar, then later, Nick came back and said that my ex had properly introduced himself. That doesn't really surprise me. That seems like the sort of thing Rob would do, he has to be so diplomatic. Thought that was kind of wierd. Haven't spoken to him since then, obviously, and I haven't even had the chance to say anything to Carmin about it, since she didn't seem very receptive yesterday (although I was interested to hear that her and Allen went over Melanie's Friday night and had a good time. It doesn't bother me that Carmin hangs out with them or anything, it honestly doesn't. I'm almost surprised, but it also is something I could use to prove a point about).

Friday morning, we woke up, but I ended up going back to sleep for a while because I really didn't feel that great. I think it may have been that I drank too much the day and night before (I'd had three vodka and diets with Mom and Tony at dinner and then two white Russians and a vodka and diet at Club Charles.). It took us a while to get up and running and actually get on the road to Philly (I had to pack once I got back up, then we had to go to Nick's house for him to pack. Once we got all that done, we stopped at Checker's, then the bank for me and to get gas.). After all that, we finally got on 95 and we were off. Got up there in plenty of time, got a little lost, or just turned around really, as is what happened serveral times over the course of our time up there, but never really, hopelessly lost. Checked into the hotel, got dressed, and walked to Victor's gallery thing. It was good to see him and his pictures, as I knew they would be, were awesome. We then went to dinner at a fusion restaurant called The Continental, where we had some lovely cocktails. Walked back to the hotel, then down to South Street to Tattoo Mom's, but unfortunately we'd missed Vic and his people. We did, however, get to watch some tiny, little mice running around where we were sitting, and Nick remarked that it was just the sort of dive he liked. We walked back to the hotel (we walked everywhere. Seriously, I feel so good about all the walking we did. Good exercise and cheap). Saturday morning we had to check out of the hotel, then we headed to this Cuban restaurant we'd seen the night before. My God, was that good. Delicious food. We went to a movie (Zombie Strippers, yes, as horrible as the title suggests haha), then just walked around Olde Town some more. Saw the oldest residential street in the city. People still actually live there in these colonial houses on this narrow little street. It was pretty cool. Went to a Belgium Pub for dinner and drinks. Did not enjoy our food very much (Boursin cheese is not very good at all), but managed to get deliciously drunk on beer (even me, I had a wonderful cherry beer that I would definatley get again---and again haha). Had to then find the club where The Kills show was, got a little lost, but eventually found it. The show was amazing. Then we drove back to Baltimore (since we were never able to find a cheap enough room around to stay overnight again.). Slept in not too terribly late yesterday, and proceeded to spend virtually the whole day outside going from one adventure to another. Planned to go to Fells for pizza, which we did, but also ended up at a Cinco De Mayo street festival (where we were the only white people there) and later on, Druid Hill Park, playing on playground and exercise equiptment (pulled my right arm on the monkey bars, which I haven't been on in probably fifteen years), seeing a ton of actual oriole birds, listening to a jazz/African drum ensemble, and taking pictures (all whilst being among the only white people there, haha). It was really nice to be outside since it was such a nice day and Nick said we should do things like this, getting out just the two of us more often. He said several times that I am beautiful, and when I said, "Oh, now I'm beautiful, before you said I was cute,", his response was that now that he knows my personality on top of being cute, it pushs it up to beautiful.

I hope he can get his finances straightened out a bit to maybe go to Club Charles tonight. I spent so much fucking money this weekend (one of my drunken quotes this weekend was, "Once I move house, I ain't spending shit"), but atleast any time I did pay for something, he said thank you and that he really appreciated it or that I didn't have to. He is the most gorgeous thing I have ever laid eyes on.