Jul. 5th, 2009 10:13 pm
Out and about
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muckefuckThis would be a longer entry, but I was so sleepy tonight, the only way I keep myself awake long enough for the laundry to dry was to watch the entirety Dara Ó Briain Talks Funny on YouTube for something like the fifth time. Why, oh why, did I stay up until 2 a.m. last night? I would've had an extra hour of slumber, but the last I knew before I went to bed, we were meeting Diego and Uncle Betty for brunch at 10 this morning. At 9:35 I show myself to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu, showered, dressed, and ready to go and he tells me they've called and rescheduled for 11:30 a.m.
It's a good thing I love him SO MUCH.
I'm still not sure how it's possible to spend $100 on dim sum for four people and still clear every plate, but however it is we managed it. It helped, I suppose, that Betty was--in his own words--"a dim sum virgin", so we were plying him with everything from squid to sesame balls. (Hazing was mercifully limited to letting him be the first to serve himself from a plate of funn.) Come to think of it, that must be how: We gave the empty calories of steamed bao a miss and focussed instead on items like crispy skin pork and pea sprouts. Plus we stayed for two hours, doggedly holding onto the table until the mango pudding and jin deui appeared.
By my current semi-hermit standards, this weekend was a social frenzy. Saturday was a BYOM BBQ at our lesbian friends' (raindrops be damned!). I stopped off home only long enough to check mail and change into Levis and leather for Bear Night. Your man from County Tyrone was there, but it was the end of a long evening before I chatted with him. To amuse myself until then, I hung out withmikiedoggie, his downstate pal, a stoned Brewers fan down from Mil Town, a beefy cynical artist, and Mr Blue Eyes who was--if anything--even more high then during our last adventure together. Such a sweet man, such unhealthy judgment. Three days in the cooler might've cured some men of their partying; him it only taught to leave the junk at home.
In any case, between all that and brunching like a proper homosexual (well, within a large epsilon, given that even low-carb dim sum is not really comme il faut), I'm feeling closer to fine on the whole gay-pals thing. It was gratifying to be recognised and missed by the Asians and Friends. Enough so that I will get off my plush duff and organise something to invite them over to before the summer is over?
monshu, showered, dressed, and ready to go and he tells me they've called and rescheduled for 11:30 a.m.It's a good thing I love him SO MUCH.
I'm still not sure how it's possible to spend $100 on dim sum for four people and still clear every plate, but however it is we managed it. It helped, I suppose, that Betty was--in his own words--"a dim sum virgin", so we were plying him with everything from squid to sesame balls. (Hazing was mercifully limited to letting him be the first to serve himself from a plate of funn.) Come to think of it, that must be how: We gave the empty calories of steamed bao a miss and focussed instead on items like crispy skin pork and pea sprouts. Plus we stayed for two hours, doggedly holding onto the table until the mango pudding and jin deui appeared.
By my current semi-hermit standards, this weekend was a social frenzy. Saturday was a BYOM BBQ at our lesbian friends' (raindrops be damned!). I stopped off home only long enough to check mail and change into Levis and leather for Bear Night. Your man from County Tyrone was there, but it was the end of a long evening before I chatted with him. To amuse myself until then, I hung out with
mikiedoggie, his downstate pal, a stoned Brewers fan down from Mil Town, a beefy cynical artist, and Mr Blue Eyes who was--if anything--even more high then during our last adventure together. Such a sweet man, such unhealthy judgment. Three days in the cooler might've cured some men of their partying; him it only taught to leave the junk at home.In any case, between all that and brunching like a proper homosexual (well, within a large epsilon, given that even low-carb dim sum is not really comme il faut), I'm feeling closer to fine on the whole gay-pals thing. It was gratifying to be recognised and missed by the Asians and Friends. Enough so that I will get off my plush duff and organise something to invite them over to before the summer is over?