But vewwy vewwy sleepy.
Work is still nutso. I think 7-7:30 PM is now my usual quitting hour. That, like, really sucks. I really hope not to stay that late tonight, because I have cool cigar and poker plans with bears. (Speaking of, do any of you have a spare cigar for me? Been too busy to even shop.)
Travel plans abound in coming weeks. Vegas this weekend for Ms. World Leather in which I am a judge. Which then leads into a redeye flight on Sunday, coming straight to work from the airport. Lord will that Monday suck.
Soon after that comes Inferno. My mind reels over the fact that I will be going to this event. For years it scared me shitless, seeing the photos, knowing of all the major gay male players that go there. To think I will stand next to them side-by-side blows my mind. They already sent my run patch to me in the mail, and it is all I can do to not run to a sewing machine (er, a person with a sewing machine,) and put it on my vest. I will hold off until after the event, because I strongly feel I am not allowed to wear it until I have had the experience. The same way I will never wear a run shirt or pin for an event I did not go to.
Scary!
After that comes a teaching gig in North Carolina for CAPEX. This trip is starting to develop into quite a wild weekend. It looks like there are plan to ensure that I get absolutely no sleep whatsoever during the time I am down there. I'm not complaining.
Had a good, special weekend with
Oh yeah, this music meme going around? Where you are supposed to list the top 100 songs during the year you graduated high school? I refuse. If anything, only because Ace of Base has three songs in the top 10. *Shiver*
- Current Mood:
sleepy
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I just can't bring myself to post that.
So looks like I should hold off bothering you about going to the theater for a few weeks? You sound swamped.
Somebody usually has a spare cigar. Or maybe we'll let you lick the ashtray.
There's a newsstand/smokeshop on Sixth Ave around 3rd St, not too far from where you work. It's called "Smoke Shop", just below the new IFC cinema.
It's an all-digital theater, so they don't need anyone to blur the focus, scratch the print, forget to dim the lights or flip on the sound, fuck up the framing, or otherwise enhance your viewing experience.
I haven't seen the inflatable rat for a while. They may only be leafletting during primetime weekend evenings. Either that or the theater caved in and hired a union projectionist to press the PLAY button.
Glad to hear things went so well in Boston, and that your upcoming events appear to be so wonderful.
Have lots of fun, but PLEASE don't forget to tend to yourself. After all, if you get yourself sick from burning the candle at both ends (though, fun when it's held over you that way), you won't have the energy to have all the fun you deserve.
Actually, i was surprised i didn't loathe half the songs -- i pretty much hated everything i could hear on the radio then.