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…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. ;)

Haha… sure, that happens… perhaps for some people, but never for me and Patrick. I talked him into coming by lastnight, particularly because I’d bought him this water filtering pitcher, lol. See, I have this thing about drinking water, constantly, but it has to be filtered water, I won’t touch the stuff out of the tap if I can help it. Late night dinner at Denny’s was a lot better than it usually is, surprising, but pleasant. We watched this dutch film called Zus & Zo, which despite some rather poor reviews turned out to be quite an entertaining film.

After the retouch, I present my newly dyed blue hair!. Forgive the look of absolute exhaustion, that’s kind of been my…. uhh… month.

Patrick wanted to do something with his hair, had bought a bleach kit, and, well, I felt a little inspired, so we decided to share it. My utter impatience reared its hilarious head and I ran out to get some blue hair dye, not sure why blue, but it’s been about eight years since I had blue hair and why not, right? If you’re interested it’s “Huckleberry Blue” by “Beyond the Zone” …supposedly it’s a lot better than most of the garbage out there in terms of colorfastness.

I left here in time to get up to Patrick’s around a quarter ’til midnight. He still needed to get some dye so we went on a mission to not one, but two walmarts… of course neither of them had the red he wanted. I didn’t realize that it would be quite the task it turned out to be otherwise I would have brought some with me, since my walmart does indeed have it. The benefit is that I’m breaking him of his walmart snobbery and hopefully he’ll soon be enjoying the evil corporate based discount shopping that Jon, some random other people, and myself tend to enjoy in the middle of the night quite often.

Finally we found something adequate at Giant and onward to the homestead we were.

As you may have guessed we were exactly built for speed when it comes to this process, lol. He cut his hair, we bleached, we dyed, he cut mine… it was daylight. ;) His turned out quite amazing; a blonde base with these incredibly intense red tips intermixed with black tips. Mine turned out fairly well with this interesting mix of medium and lighter blues. The sides, which always tend to be problematic, didn’t take the dye all that well prompting my retouch. I haven’t put the dye to the white pillow case test, mostly because I’m not insane, but it seems to be holding alright. I’m fairly happy with it, I think I might get a bottle of a darker blue and do some sort of tipping. I think part of it is that I feel a little silly with blue hair, heh… I’d really grown out of that sort of phase, but I just wanted to revisit it anyway.

I was a bit worried about the weather going straight to arctic conditions and it figures that even though I really should have left after we were done and of course I really did not want to leave… there was about 3ish inches of snow covering the car when we woke and the snow hadn’t stopped. The trip home was pretty good though, the roads for the most part were alright, the time of day was very helpful because the roads were warmed up by morning rush hour before the major snow started.

It was fun though, hehe… and of course it’s only hair. :)

So this is kind of a weeklyish rundown of sorts. Last weekend (Saturday) I met up with Patrick to go out with some friends of his, went out to various bars, etc. The next day we headed down to Leesburg, VA to hit the Crate & Barrel store. He bought quite a few things and I bought this fantastic kiwi green vase which the still alive daisies (they just keep going like the energizer bunny) look wonderful in. We had a nice dinner at, surprise, Ruby Tuesday. Hehe, I’ve even there so often lately it really is a bit hilarious. The thing about it is though that it’s either in Philly, then in Leesburg, and then most recently in Hagerstown, so I’ve been getting around, hehe.

As I wrote in a previous entry I spent time with Jon on Wednesday. We hit the mall in York for a little while and then grabbed some stuff from his place when we decided to head back to my house for the night and next day. I’d never actually been in his house before so that was kind of a cool and interesting experience. His bedroom kind of reminded me of an opium den, lol… :-) We jaunted back to my place to drop off his stuff and then went down to Hagerstown for lunch. We hit the mall and outlet center, which took most of the afternoon/evening. While I’ve never really been a fan of shopping all that much, I guess that’s been growing for me and I really enjoy going around with Jon to those places. It’s always sort of a mission, looking for various specific items, but still enjoying the process. I started referring to him as ‘pigeon’ after he told me the story of this book he and eddi read, Don’t Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus. We found it at Borders so that I could read it… it’s really quite wonderful. :)

After a quick stop at Walmart to grab some of the ingredients for the ‘gourmet’ mac & cheese I planned on making and also getting some contact lens care items for Jon we finally arrived back home, a little a late for actual dinner, heh. Pretty much the usual fare, then some pina coladas, I had a harvey wallbanger, we watched some Kylie videos and went to sleep.

The next day it was a bit more of the same, I made lunch, we hung out, planned on visiting the Fossil store in Gettysburg, but when we got there they had closed already… damn winter hours! Overall though I think we both had a really good time of it.

I spent Friday sort of jaunting around on various errands and missions, running a little late actually. I had casually planned on having dinner with Jon that evening prior to meeting Patrick and some of his friends from work at the Cobblestone, but his plans ran later as did mine, so that was skipped over for the evening. The Cobblestone with Patrick and such was quite entertaining. This woman had the same drinks as I did… and considering how lit up I was, well… yikes. She’s maybe half my size, so wow… as you may imagine she was quite the trashed one by the end of the evening, poor girl, heh. Patrick took her home in his car and I followed them in her car so that she’d not freak in the morning when she realized her car was missing, lol. So cheers for the drink of the evening, my favorite, the grateful dead, lol. When all the drinks you consume in an evening have some variation of the term ‘death’ in them, you should know better, hahaha.

We then headed out to the diner there in York, meeting up for breakfast, which was quite enjoyable also. This woman at our table, lol, she was like “It’s about time you faggots show up!” hahaha… since we were late because of our detour to take Tracey home. ;) There were these two girls, yowsa, so scary… the one was even like “people think I’m crazy… ” and somewhat asked us, rhetorically, if we agreed. I think both of us were kind of the mindset of “hell yes, you’re crazy” …but, it was very entertaining, sort of like watching a train wreck… it’s horrible, but you just have to look anyway. It was pretty late by the time we got back to Patrick’s place, but of course we ended up staying awake far past sunrise anyway, whoops.

Sometime around noon I got motivated and attempted to make my way to the Capitol City Mall… As part of my little missions on Friday I had bought these rubber bracelets, but they turned out to be far too huge. I was also being a little impatient and didn’t want to deal with going down to Hagerstown to exchange them, so I figured I’d stop there and get smaller ones, which I did. I also found something else that would be a nice companion to various other items I’ve been purchasing for next week. The reason I say I attempted to make my way there was that I took the wrong exit… ended up taking a 15ish or so mile detour to get back to where I meant to be. Of course, then I took another wrong exit. It’s kind of how you know where you’re going, but don’t get take the right path, even though the path you do take gets you there, it’s just a bit more of an ordeal. I finally got there though, found absolutely zero close places to park, so I had a nice little hike.

Just about at the time I had left and got back onto the interstate to head home I talked to Chris again and he was on his way down to my place. I figured I had about a half-hour head-start from where I was and where he was leaving from and that proved to be about true. I hadn’t taken my iBook up to Harrisburg/York because I didn’t want it sitting in the car while I was at the bar, etc… so I just did all of my work related activities once I got home.

Once Chris arrived and I finished up my work related activities we jaunted off to Hagerstown. I needed to exchange those overly large bracelet things… egads that mall is horrifying on a Saturday night. The bracelet thing is a bit ridiculous because all told I spent eight dollars on all these little rubber bands, basically… and I only wear three of them, lol. I guess if I break them, lose them, or whatever I have plenty.

Dinner down there didn’t quite work out as planned as nearly every resturant was crammed full of people with at least a 45 minute wait at Uno’s… I’m sure the rest were pretty similar. We stopped over at Petsmart, which is always a bit disppointing for some reason, stopped in also at BB&B and Pier1. We came back up here to Chambersburg, hit up Cracker Barrel for dinner and headed home. Patrick arrived shortly thereafter and we all hung out for the night watching a really cheesy movie “Butch Camp” and having a couple drinks. I hadn’t really planned or made an accounting for three people sleeping here so that was a little bit awkward, but I suppose it worked out alright.

Everyone left around 2ish this afternoon, making their way back up to Harrisburg and surrounding areas. I think I’m just going to basically chill for the day, try to get my office, lounge, and bedroom a bit cleaned up, etc. This week has been rather enjoyable overall, tons upon tons of driving, but I got to spend time with people that I actually like, so it’s all worth it.

“What doesn’t bend, breaks.”

I guess, really, that I’m fine. There’s this process of settling, pieces of the world becoming grounded into their places that is taking place; particularly after having everything, now, neatly organized in mostly the places they should be.

When I think of Cole I’m still angry. I don’t particularly want to be, but that relationship is so tenuous… There’s simply no outlet for that high level of frustration. It’s sort of the kind of situation where I have enough to be concerned regarding and, well, the energy is just lacking. I have spoken with him on a number of occasions recently; we’re just not okay, and I can’t see us being such for quite a while either.

Onto situations that are improving more quickly though, and that would be with Jon. I agreed on Tuesday, though hesitantly, to take him to complete a vestige of breakup Wednesday. We didn’t go, for what I feel to be good reasoning and indeed would have been my preferred choice, but did spend a considerable quantity of time together anyway. We were able to have what I consider to be a very worthwhile and lengthy conversation on a number of topics, finding the strength in the differences between us and the comfort where we overlap*. While there are certainly still some things that bother me, at least in the past days the good has greatly outweighed those concerns. In so many ways he’s rather identical to me in relative terms of age. I see the things he does, the way he feels, and consequently the situations he finds himself in, I have been there; I find the concern I have for him growing along with a depth of feeling I’m not terribly accustomed to.

I do what I feel is right for me, with consideration of how appropriate it is given relationships and all of the responsibilities that accompany them. I recognize the importance of certain actions and deliberate over the consequences. There are instances where something may feel right for me, but impacts someone else in a less than positive manner and I’m determined to provide the necessary respect for everyone involved leading the choice to be restraint. There is a certain obscurity to what I’m saying, but that does tend to be one of my common traits when writing. It means something to me, and should to those involved if they happen to read it, but otherwise there is a particularly personal nature regarding it that I need to still protect while being so open overall.