In Suburbia

I awoke today with what, I believe, is commonly referred to as a hangover. Had a fun evening last night with Nick at Wind-up. It was pretty empty, but still fun. Drinks are pretty cheap and that guy Russell is cool. Nick and I got in many discussions, movies, food, all sorts of stuff.I had four drinks. Got pretty drunk for a little while, but fine by the time we left. There was a douchebag who belonged in Fell's Point had to be kicked out for being loud and argumentative over, of all things, a Rubix Cube. There was a Green Turtle somewhere short some water and vinegar. Nick looked particularly gorgeous last night, white oxford with rolled sleeves, the new Calvin Klein jeans, and his hat, and he'd just shaved, giving him an even more youthful appearence. He made a new mix, lots of gems, Libertines, Babyshambles, Pet Shop Boys, Depeche Mode, Hank Williams, Sam Cooke, Dusty Springfield, and Tom Waits--- "I'll Never Let Go Of Your Hand," which I know is one of his favourites, and said one of the most wonderful things I've ever heard, "I could see this becoming my song for you." I almost started tearing up, had to try hard not to, drving down Perring Parkway to turn onto Taylor, and driving on to the house,him having taken my hand in his. That was after we'd heard Death Cab's new single, "Cath," which, as I said to Nick, would have rung even more true for me this year, but he said it was all part of the plan. I feel so much different and more intensely than I ever have before. There is this high pitched humming in my room, started last night while I was taking my nap before we went out. I thought it was from a truck or something outside, but I think it may be from the satalite dish, not that I've ever heard of anything like that, but it is driving me nuts now, and I cannot for the life of me figure out what it is. I'm hoping it will not be doing it when I get home today.

I'm glad it's the weekend, but there are a couple things I'm not too terribly excited about. Mom and Tony go down to Chinquategue for a week tomorrow, so I will have to go over everyday to feed the cats (all but Sim, who they are boarding with Betty and Niles, since he has an eye infection and needs antibiotics twice a day.) and Cole will be staying at my house. I'm kind of excited about having him, I just hope he doen't bark or mess on the floor too much. But he is so cute and it will fun maybe to take him out with us, he atleast is so small, I can carry him no problem. Tonight is that party I'm not too terribly keen to go to, but I will be sociable. During the day tomorrow and Sunday, well, into the evening, too, is Virgin Fest, so I will be running the streets in my solitary splendour, which isn't a bad thing. I want to hit a couple places. Finally heard from Dad. Supposed to be seeing them for lunch on Sunday.

Nick said his mom has something for me, what, I can't imagine, but they have given me so much as it is, the certificate for Owl Bar for us watching the dogs, and paying for dinner for us those two times, and the earrings from when they went to Puerto Rico. I really would like to get them a little something. I want to clean out his car, too. Oh, I forgot to say that I placed an order with British Delights yesterday, for more crisps (unfortunately, the Walker's Sensations Roast Chicken and Thyme are still out.) and a red phone box bank like the one I brought back from London for Mary. I wonder in retrospect now, why the hell I didn't buy more souvenirs for myself. Anyways, I will be glad to get out of here and see Nick later.