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So, right, two weeks ago I bleached out my hair with Patrick and dyed it light blue. It was fun for a few days, but then quickly started to wear on me. I’d told Luke that I doubted it would last past the party weekend, and sure enough it didn’t. While out with Patrick Sunday I popped into Sally Beauty Supply and bought a bottle of “Midnight Blue” and proceeded to apply that. It did look a lot better than the lighter blue, but I still wasn’t completely satisfied with it because I still felt foolish, not stylish.

On the way home I decided to stop at Walmart and get a cheapish black dye kit and some little rubber bands. My idea was to do a sort of black tip thing on top of the blue and since waiting until I could actually purchase a cap, well, I rubber-banded my hair into chunks. ;) I applied the dye to the chunked together tips and then brushed it over the back and sides. It turned out fairly good, you can take a look at it here in a photo I took for Patrick. I sort of half fauxhawked it so the colour variation would be more easily seen. Of course, the camera isn’t whitebalanced properly so the blue looks a bit more like teal, heh.

I haven’t had black hair is so very long and I’m really liking it, heh, quite a change from the red I usually sport. I think I want to do blue tips next… since I only used a quarter of the bottle of the dark blue dye, heh, I still have half the bottle of the light blue left too.

Friday afternoon I left Patrick’s and made my way back home to work (I’d kind of been skipping out most of the week of course) and decided since I made an extra $50 that I would take a quick trip down to Hagerstown to find some pants that might actually fit me properly.

I’d been in this slow process of losing weight for a while, but with having been so much more active this calendar year that process accelerated quite a bit. The major indicator was that the tuxedo that I was measured for back in either late November or early December didn’t fit… all through the wedding I was desperately trying to keep my pants from falling completely off! Pretty much every pair of my pants had finally acheived this incompatibility with my body, to the extent that the extra hole I’d punched in my belt was no longer helping. I’m at that point where I just need to buy a new belt, heh, there’s simply too much excess after buckling it.

So, yes, I’m back to wearing a 36, but oddly, even a 36 is a bit too big. I didn’t bother to try on the 34 simply because I knew it’d be too small, I hate being between sizes! I’m really happy about it, I’d always kind of hating being a 38… and thankfully never made it to wearing a 40 like my brother; though I did accidently buy a pair of 40′s and then had this “wtf?! these pants are H U G E” reaction when I wore them in January.

I thought I’d be dropping sizes in both respects, and tried on and bought shirts in size large… and while they certainly do fit, I feel as though I look a little fat in them… damn that “vintage fit” business, heh. I think I’ll be taking those back tomorrow and I’ll probably just get another pair of pants.

I’m very excited to go shopping for clothing now though, oddly enough, of course I need to wait until my bank account is no longer screaming, bugger.

I left here sometime during the afternoon on Wednesday to pick Jon up for our night out before he left/his birthday celebration with me. I wasn’t really sure how the whole evening would work out, particularly after his ‘I hate gay bars’ speech the night or so before. By the time I’d reached his place I was fairly hungry so we decided to just venture down to Frederick for dinner first.

He seemed to like Hoolihan’s, but the bastards wouldn’t serve him because he still had an ‘under 21 until’ license, even though he was no longer younger than 21, blech. I couldn’t convince him to get anything other than the usual boneless chicken wing things he always eats either, heh… There’s something to be said for consistency, but there is a point you know? I did give him his gifts while we were waiting for dinner, he seemed genuinely pleased with everything… thankfully. He did say that my card, or perhaps the note inside it explaining that I couldn’t decide what to get him and thus I got him everything, was sweet.

We then headed over to Border’s to check out CDs and the requisite reading of the pigeon book, heh, before heading to my house. I decided that the ritual wouldn’t be properly completed without me actually buying him a drink so we stopped at Applebee’s for grateful deads once back in Chambersburg. Somewhere around that time the obsession of his with clams surfaced more strongly, but the closest thing we could come up with happened to be coconut shrimp with pina colada sauce. The drinks and appetizers were quite yummy and that was a nice little break in the evening.

Back at my house we were going to have another drink, I made appletinis, and watch The Princess and the Warrior…. german subtitled. Watching the movie didn’t go exactly well because he wasn’t paying any attention to it, quite similarly to how any attempt at watching a movie with him goes. There was dual purpose, because we were swapping some stuff between my iPod and his iBook, but he logged onto AIM and proceeded to start talking with Eddi. Now, if we’re just hanging out I find that an okay thing to do, because even I do it when I’m at Patrick’s for a while, but it was just so irritating and I found it to be highly inappropriate and disrespectful. The flipside though is that he did want to ‘drag out’ our time together a lot more than I had expected or really planned, which was cool too, bleh… that boy, it’s always the confusion of wanting to kiss him and bash him upside the head at the same time.

I decided since he wanted to make the drive back to his house pass very slowly, basically, that we’d stop at Patrick’s so they could meet and we’d also be able to finally fulfill Jon’s obsessive desire for clams. Jon & I stopped at one of the grocery stores up there (Luke, it was a Giant, btw), but unfortunately they didn’t really have any clams aside from the kind in the can… but we got those anyway. Patrick cooked them, but they were kind of on the gross side overall, heh, so we had frozen pizzas that happened to set the smoke detector off quite a few times.

I’ve kind of gone over Patrick and Jon meeting in my head a few times, and Jon mentioned he was nervous to meet him before we left my house. I surprisingly was fairly calm about it even if Chris referred to the idea as being like throwing two betas into the same bowl. The truth of the matter is that nothing is being hidden because there isn’t anything happening, nor in all reality, will there be… I guess that’s why it was a non-issue to me. It was nice for them to meet though, at least now Patrick has a much better idea of where I’m coming from whenever I speak of Jon.

After having vodka tonics all around I eventually took Jon home around 4AM or so… I had that same sort of sinking feeling whenever we approached his exit on I-83, but in a way it was worse because I knew I’d not be seeing him for a relatively long time. A rather long ‘proper’ hug where I mentioned to him that I wanted him to keep in touch with me while he was in Mexico, and then I left. I’ve not heard from him yet, not even a quick AIM message to let me know that he made it there safely… I knew better than to expect that, but it still bothers me anyway. I guess it’s like slowly realizing that someone isn’t really the person you thought or perhaps even wanted them to be, it’s just so incredibly disappointing.

As I drove up from Loganville, where Jon lives, the sky was starting to lighten, reminding me of my drives up from DC years ago… just like the other morning on the way back from Philly, there’s just something symbolic about that to me, it feels good and also there’s this aspect of melancholy. One very nice aspect of the experience was coming home to Patrick’s… climbing into bed with him there instead of into my own, at home, alone… I very much liked that. Blink… it’s Thursday.

The party was so incredibly fabulous, so rocked in so many ways, all I can say is wow for now.

Luke and Chris showed up (along with about 23 other people, lol), leaving my ‘friend’ Matthew the sole loser not attending (of the people I invited), but of course him being anywhere when he says he will is odds worse than a craps shoot, hahaha.

Everything went so fantastically smooth, yay times about a hundred. Wheeeeee!

Picking up where I left off, we have the great cookie adventure. After leaving Patrick’s last sunday night I made my way, while getting a bit confused in terms of actual directions, over to Luke’s place. I had offered earlier in the day to help him with his shopping/grocery tasks, backstory behind that being he’d recently had surgury and was under a lift-weight limit, and well… I’m soft-hearted like that; why not go help some guy you’ve never actually met in person?! So I met him, heh, grooming emergency on his part disregarded.

When I got there we started looking for his car to unload the dreaded diet coke… wouldn’t you guess it happens to be arctic outside with a windchill factor being frightfully awful. To complicate matters just enough he sort of ‘forgot’ where he actually parked his car, so we wound up walking up and down the block a bit, time for shivering uncontrollably.

We didn’t actually go out and do any of the shopping because he was feeling quite unmotivated and it had already become rather late in the evening anyway. Instead we decided to ‘try’ these Betty Crocker cookie mixes conveniently packaged together in one box. The instructions indicated that they would make nearly two dozen, which seemed fairly laughable given the size of the little packets. Another scary thing was that the instructions basically called for just a tablespoon or so of water and either a little bit of oil or butter. We dove into this cookie making frenzy and soon, once we finally found the cookie sheet hiding quite warmly in the broiler of the oven (no fires this time!), we had cookies!

The first batch happened to be the peanut butter ones… or at least that’s what the package said; they weren’t all that recognizable in terms of peanut butter flavor though, haha… we even put Hershey Kisses onto them (even if they were from Christmas. The several month old chocolate inspired him to start playing Christmass music to my slight horror, hahaha. Here’s a photo of one that looked particularly odd, I’ll leave it to you to guess what we thought it looked like… ;)

The second batch was the Chocolate Chip, they were alright, though very oddly shaped and quite tiny. I’ve never really seen “homemade” chocolate chip cookies with a diameter of not quite an inch before; They were definitely fodder for amusement.

The third and final batch turned out to be the “lesbian mohawk” cookies, aka, sugar cookies. After the experience of the ultra-mini-sized chocolate chip cookies we decided to make just four of the sugar cookies, but then decided that they should be flattened out. The flattening was done with the slotted spatula/flipper which happened to leave these interesting “mohawk” grooves across the top. These cookies were actually fairly good, surprisingly, but I suppose you can’t really screw up sugar cookies all that much, eh?

In the most brilliant of Martha Stewart/Better Homes & Prisons style, here are our lovely cookies, lol! We cannot forget the requisite photo of me & luke together, of course. We both look so incredibly cracked out… Luke on pain killers and me, well… weekend clubbing and zero sleep, it’s gooberific. Great fun making cookies and drinking coffee, along with the occasional cig.

I figured for once I’d write out what I planned on doing… to explain my abscenses to those that actually care to know where the hell I am at any given time.

Jon’s birthday was yesterday, but he had plans with his friend Sandy… so I bumped over to Wednesday (tonight coming), my plans for the evening meant he wouldn’t be returning home until Thursday, but that was bumped too… a tad bit irritating really, but one just deals with it. So I’ll be leaving here for York sometime early afternoon, provided that I’m able to wake at a decent time, to pick him up. We’ll be coming back here for a little while to hang out, then off to Frederick for dinner. From Frederick I plan on returning him home, might need to kill some time between then and when Patrick gets home, maybe not. So depending on what happens I’ll eventually wind up in Harrisburg, if I’m overly early I’ll see what Luke is doing and maybe hang there for a bit if he’s not busy (though I think he is). So the night will be spent at Patrick’s, Thursday we’ll be working on stuff for Saturday’s party (he took the day off). We may be going out that night, if we do I may just spend another night there. Friday I’ll be back here at home, in theory, and then Saturday will be the party… so I’ll then be back home Sunday. :) For all I know tonight might be the last night I actually spend here until Sunday, hahaha.

Jon leaves for Mexico this weekend and will be gone, approximately a month, at least that’s the general idea the last time we spoke about it. So the whole taking him out thing carries dual purpose of saying goodbye and celebrating his birthday. Ermm.. I’ll miss him… a lot. I’m also unusually excited for Patrick and Luke to meet, so that’ll be fun on Saturday if we don’t see him Thursday (not planned, but who knows).

Patrick sent me out on a mission to find the perfect cocktail napkins this evening, hahaha! I, of course, succeeded in grande style. I picked up two different kinds, one style being hot pink carrying the phrase “1 Martini, 2 Martini, 3 Martini, FLOOR!” and the other style a mix of class and whimsy with The Jetson’s style stars, green and black, a martini glass, and saying simply “Cheers.” ;)

I finally made the paint can candles tonight. They look really cool, like cans of blue paint, whee! They’re for outside, provide a bit of light and warmth for all of us going to be out there smoking Saturday, lol. Six hours after I did the pour they’re still warm… yikes. All that heat contained within a metal container… a total of 25 ounces of wax per can (that’s a lot!).

I also still need to write about the cookie adventure with Luke on Sunday night, it truly was hilarious, and very entertaining… maybe I’ll get a chance tomorrow, I know everyone is on the edge of their seats about it.

…and other stories of the weekend.

Thursday and Friday were rather… boring… to say the very least. I did start talking to this pleasant guy in chat (Luke) which did help ease a bit of the boredom. I was fairly tempted to go up there and see him mostly because a) I wanted someone to have a drink with and b) he had ciggies and I didn’t. Of course I’d be passing many places to purchase cigs on the way, so it was a bit pointless. It was still a pleasant thought, lol. Anyway, I talked with him way into the pre-morning hours, always had something to say, which was quite a change from lately.

I slept very late saturday, poked around a bit online, then Patrick called inviting me out to Philly with Tim & David. I realized during the process of getting ready that I have very few articles of clothing to actually wear out to a club, heh, I’m so gap/banana republic ad boy that it hurts sometimes. I eventually find myself up there in Harrisburg, after a torturing experience at the empty ATM. I needed to go to the dreaded mall to use my bank’s atm there, which thankfully was on the way, but of course a lengthy detour in terms of time anyway. Andrew was there when I arrived which was a bit of a surprise, but he wasn’t accompanying us to Philly.

Part two was driving down to near Lancaster where I get onto the turnpike when going to IKEA with Jon, abandoning the car to then continue on with part three in Tim’s car. Of course there’s no smoking in Tim’s car so it was a bit like a chainsmoking event just prior to departing.

The whole idea was to go to this club named Pure. David was meeting some guy at Woody’s so we stopped there and had a drink. My vodka tonic wasn’t exactly stirred up, much to my surprise, and I forgot to stir it myself, lol, so it was an interesting experience that became dissapointing once I got past the vodka. Onto Pure then, which was a bit… vacant. We did get comped in, thankfully, so it wasn’t so terrible even though some were still bitching anyway. The piano bar, aka “evil pink room” was, well, horrible to the point of being evil. Another drink there and back to Woody’s, at least until afterhours at Pure started. I was having a good time, even if the music wasn’t exactly up to par for everyone. I’m the type that wants a LOT of people at a club, and it certainly was packed, so fine with me. :)

Pure was very nice… when we got there it was absolutely full of people and the music was still good (phew!) so there wasn’t anything to complain about. There was this boy standing over by the bar that looked just so adorable, heh, apparently, even though I hadn’t realized it at the time, Patrick noticed that I was trying to get him over to me… subtle of course. Getting him over to me was pretty much the extent of my conquest by design, so I think that the boy was a bit dissapointed that I wasn’t groping all over him. Mind you, I certainly would have, but it didn’t seem exactly appropriate, lol, I could be grinding up against Patrick instead. :-) We decided to leave at exactly the right moment… as soon as we walked through the doorway to the main room the music stopped and you could just tell there’d be a stampede, lol.

Not so quick stop at the pizza place around the corner for much needed food, because you know pizza is a must at nearly 4am and travelling again.

It was kind of nice to be driving (or for me in particular being a passenger) while the sun starts to come up. I’ve not done that in rather a long time and reminded me of my foggy early morning drives back from DC, rather nice really. In the car with Patrick I saw us heading toward this diner, my little mind was going ‘please stop!’ …and we did, hehe, because I was still starving, and apparently he was also. Breakfast in the morning, it almost seems strange, doesn’t it?

My room here is totally dark during the daytime, with the exception of artificial light, so I’m not used to falling asleep with the room so lit up. Patrick’s apartment is full of light, which I so very much like, except that particular morning, lol. So after a while of attempting sleep I finally gave in and just got out of bed, I was still feeling rather wide awake anyway.

I spent the majority of the morning complaining to Luke about how I couldn’t find the Kosheen CD, of course as soon as I give up I see it right in front of me, ha! I eventually felt a little tiredness creeping in and decided to crawl back into bed after exchanging vital contact information, heh. Of course I discovered I was in a technological catastrophe of sorts… I turn on my palm pilot to find its battery totally drained, left my cellphone in the bedroom, and even though I had a pen I couldn’t find any paper! Without much surprise no sleeping occured anywhere on the bed after I crawled back in, haha.

I’m not sure when we officially ‘woke up’ but I’m thinking somewhere in the 4/5pm range. We had some grilled cheese, though the first batch were a bit on the burnt side, lol. That happened the first time we made bagels in his new toaster too, heh. New philosophy, burn the food first as a test run, whee!

A lot of the rest of the evening I’m sort of blurry on, though we did swap some music between his workstation and my ibook. I also eventually made plans to spend a bit of the evening with Luke; cookies, coffee, and ciggies, whee!

Now, while originally these plans were totally kosher with Patrick a bit of a (now realized) mistaken identity issue arose creating quite a bit of awkwardness and concern. Stay tuned for the story of how Betty Crocker let us down. ;)