Aug. 28th, 2023 11:10 am
Slow weekend
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muckefuckI may be running out of energy for summer. Weekend before last, I had six things planned and did all but one. This past weekend, I had nothing planned and only did two things (four if you count hookups) and I think I would have been happy if the number had been zero.
Friday night, Clint and I ignored all invitations to simply have a drink on the porch and grill some wurst. The "heat dome" from midweek had dissipated and it was a joy to be outside again. We mooted going out later but in the end we just didn't feel the need. (Plus I wanted to be in fine form for next morning's assignation.)
That went well, of course. He became very chatty during cuddling and I learned more about him in those 20 minutes or so than in the entire year and change we've been flirting on social media. Afterwards I puttered around a bit but ultimately accomplished very little until I decided I needed to get some steps in before dinner and strolled to the lakeshore, where a northeast wind was whipping up some attractive surf.
After noshing on leftovers, I went to see a mediocre drag show. It was literally a block from my house and a friend had practically pleaded for people show up and support his husband, Holly Baloo, so I did. I was the only one from our friend group who did. It's such a shame--Holly is very talented (and always makes me bust a gut with her absurd antics), as are a couple of the other performers, but the leader of the group is just phoning it in. Any time he took the stage (which he did at least four or five times), the performance became lifeless, despite the energy in the crowd. Another friend suggested a coup was in order and I agree.
The show started late and dragged on, so I felt too tired to go out afterwards. I could even have gotten to sleep before midnight, but I was waiting to hear from JR[*], who was driving to NYC and agreed to text me when he reached PA. He'd gotten a late start (troubles with the rental agency) and surprised me by phoning to talk about it because "I needed to tell someone". It's not the first time he's vented to me, of course, but the first time he's done it by voice call.
(Side note: I still think about JR quite a lot, albeit with less intensity than I used to. Curious, I decided to count just how many times in a particular day he spontaneously crosses my mind. So far we're up to seven today and it isn't even noon.)
I also wanted to get good sleep because Sunday was to be the last session of our eight-month Apocalypse World campaign, which I feel deserves a dedicated post. Did I get it? Not really; for some reasons, I woke up at a reasonable time and had trouble napping. But everything worked out after all.
[*] Formerly RJ, formerly formerly BB.
Friday night, Clint and I ignored all invitations to simply have a drink on the porch and grill some wurst. The "heat dome" from midweek had dissipated and it was a joy to be outside again. We mooted going out later but in the end we just didn't feel the need. (Plus I wanted to be in fine form for next morning's assignation.)
That went well, of course. He became very chatty during cuddling and I learned more about him in those 20 minutes or so than in the entire year and change we've been flirting on social media. Afterwards I puttered around a bit but ultimately accomplished very little until I decided I needed to get some steps in before dinner and strolled to the lakeshore, where a northeast wind was whipping up some attractive surf.
After noshing on leftovers, I went to see a mediocre drag show. It was literally a block from my house and a friend had practically pleaded for people show up and support his husband, Holly Baloo, so I did. I was the only one from our friend group who did. It's such a shame--Holly is very talented (and always makes me bust a gut with her absurd antics), as are a couple of the other performers, but the leader of the group is just phoning it in. Any time he took the stage (which he did at least four or five times), the performance became lifeless, despite the energy in the crowd. Another friend suggested a coup was in order and I agree.
The show started late and dragged on, so I felt too tired to go out afterwards. I could even have gotten to sleep before midnight, but I was waiting to hear from JR[*], who was driving to NYC and agreed to text me when he reached PA. He'd gotten a late start (troubles with the rental agency) and surprised me by phoning to talk about it because "I needed to tell someone". It's not the first time he's vented to me, of course, but the first time he's done it by voice call.
(Side note: I still think about JR quite a lot, albeit with less intensity than I used to. Curious, I decided to count just how many times in a particular day he spontaneously crosses my mind. So far we're up to seven today and it isn't even noon.)
I also wanted to get good sleep because Sunday was to be the last session of our eight-month Apocalypse World campaign, which I feel deserves a dedicated post. Did I get it? Not really; for some reasons, I woke up at a reasonable time and had trouble napping. But everything worked out after all.
[*] Formerly RJ, formerly formerly BB.
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