I hate it when you get all nice-looking and your hair is actually behaving itself and you think, hey, I'll look pretty and go up to the city and have a few drinks and just let loose with friends only to be stood up by a drunken 22-year-old who's more reliable when he's sober.
Yes, Emily and I were all glam and perfect Saturday night. Well, maybe not glam, but we looked cute. We went up to The Crowbar and called Charles to see if he wanted to drink a few with us. Turns out we were on the wrong side of the city for him and we didn't get the chance to meet up. Ok, this is not his fault and I'm certainly not holding it against him. He was already drunk by 9:30pm. But damnit! I looked good and wanted to buy him a drink. Is that a crime? Em and I haven't been up to SF in a long time and it did feel good to get out. And we did laugh and have fun together. But we were expecting to meet up with Charles, even if it was for ten minutes only.
So, I'll tell him that I'm going up to SF Friday night and we have to meet up because I won't be around much longer. Then maybe, finally, I can buy him a drink. It's just something I have to do.
In other news - I am officially exhausted. Mentally. I can't think anymore and I'm desperately glad that I'm going to WI soon. My days are so full of things I have to do. I never thought I could be so busy. But this deadline of Norway is killing my brain. Going to Wisconsin and just hanging around will be good for me I think. That and I'll have male contact! It's such a nice thing to know that I'll be on the receiving end of some warm hugs very soon. I'm serious! I'm not even thinking about more than hugs! Just hugs. Just the feeling of arms around me and being able to maybe fall asleep in them. That would be so nice. I wish I could do that right now.
Great! Now all day I'm going to be thinking about a hug from Thayne. It's the same as getting a song stuck in my head practically. Fuck...