No rest for the wicked

Got a call yesterday morning from Clay, the aussie bear I used to be in love with. He's in town for pride, so after I put Blake on the school bus, I went down to meet up with him at his hotel.

Emotions are very odd things. I find, that after not having seen him for 4 or 5 years, I'm still fond of him in a way I can't quite explain. It's as if we've never been apart, just easy and comfortable. It was lovely to get some time with him. Hope to see him again before he goes home. He said he might try to catch up with me on Sat. He also brought me a syndey bears tshirt and footy socks (that's football socks for all the yanks) to match. I'm such a sucker for footy socks. Footy socks and Cherry Ripe and Meat pies and. . . anyway. Clearly I'm a dork.

I'm a sleepy dork, but I'm going to see Shrek2 with Jonny. I promised. I'd rather nap, but clearly, that isn't how one best spends time with friends, so I'm hauling my sleepy arse out of bed and onto the bus.

good day

Had fun, met up with Clay and Jonny and saw Shrek2. I thought it was so very queer, as in the bartender with Hedwig makeup and a Harvey Fierstein voice making me laugh queer. It was fun, had a couple of good laughs, and was the first time in my experience that 30 pre-teen kids have invaded a theater quietly, found seats and behaved through an entire movie.

Had lunch with Jon and then took the bus home. Got in the car and went and got Blake. Actually found parking, though am likely to be parked in all weekend. Damned church people and their double parking crapola.

Blake has been in an exceptionally good mood since I picked him up. Certainly this will curse me to having a dreadful evening, but I'm not going to take him to the tranny march and ruin a good thing. We're going to eat Logan's pudding pops and watch some Baby Bumble Bee Crazy for Colors for the 4 x 10 ^6 time this week.

Honeymoon is over

Mister Cranky Pants is here in full-force.

Oh joy.