This Is The Next Century

The weekend managed to pass far too quickly, and the weather has decided to take several large strides back into winter. The rain that poured so torrentially Thrusday night and all day Friday has returned again and it is simply cold and damp and miserable. Yet another day I'd have liked to have stayed in bed (of course, the temptation wasn't quite so great this morning). Friday night Nick came down and we went to Golden West. Had some drinks (I asked him to please not let me get a piece of that mocha cake, even though I wanted to, it was for my own good, and I don't have any willpower). I am still financing our adventures at the moment, but atleast his account is out of the negative and by this Thursday when he gets paid, I have been told that he will be making it all up to me. Atleast he is very appreciative. Anyways, Golden West was a white Russian with 2%milk, not bad. I've come to the conclusion that one of the reasons Club Charles' white Russians are so fucking good is because they use half and half, but when one is consuming three of those maybe four nights of the week, it is no small wonder there is an increase in one's weight. It's all contributing. So I've decided to lay off the white Russians for a while, or ask if they can be made with skim or 2% and then limit myself to one. After Golden West, we went to a Hampden bar back in the mill/factory area called Flip's, which was very nice on the inside, betraying its location and outer facade. They have a Top Chef competition going on and appearently have Top Chef night on Wednesdays, which I thought was kind of cool. We had grain alcohol soaked cherries, tasted like Listerine. Got that nice warm sensation all over. Slept in Saturday, attended to the first order of business, then lunch at Towson Best Chinese. Paid my rent, then we parted company basically to get ready to go out later that evening. Went to B, a fancy little restaurant in Bolton Hill. My God, what beautiful houses out there. If it is possible to have an orgasm from architecture, this is the place. I do love this city. Sat on the sidewalk, too cold, but survived. Great cappuccino. Margerhita pizza for me (lots of spinach, not as good as Owl Bar, but still good), Orange Blossom beer, not bad, and we got dessert---chocolate hazelnut Italian icecream with salted caramel (delicioso), while Nick tried the creme bruele, which featured orange and basil (heavy on the basil). Still it was a delcious meal, nearly worth the $78.00 it totalled (I just about shit myself). But life is for living, and I intend to enjoy myself when he is paying so...Headed back to his to get a jacket, hung out with his parents watching SNL waiting for Christina. Went to Club Charles, didn't get as drunk as I'd have liked, but when we got back to mine, Carmin and Allen were still up, and drinking, and Allen, of course, was in top form. We ended up sitting around, made some more cocktails, watching Mystery Science Theatre till 5 in the morning. Went to bed, got up for us to go with our respective parents for Mother's Day.

Four times in the span of 30 hours. He's the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on in my life.