Monday, August 26, 2002
Home from the weekend! And of course, back at work. I got in so late last night that I had to crash at Mariah's. It was fun, but so exhausting. I haven't been home since Thursday. It will feel so good to get into my house and collapse on my bed tonight. It's also the only night this week in which I have nothing to do. ARGH! But also good I guess.
So the weekend was fantastic. Everything up until Provincetown on Friday was snores, so I will start with that.
Paul, Mariah and I got to Cape Cod at about 11:30pm on Friday and immediately drove to P-town for Carnivale! It was wonderful! We had tons of drinks, got to go to a bunch of different bars, met some cool gay people, and did it up! The three of us always have a great time together and it was nice being with them for the night. (everyone else stayed back at the beach house, cuz they were boresville)
Provincetown is adorable. I find out that Provincetown is actually quite large, but Provincetown CENTER is where all the gays are. It's a small area, but so fun. And people are just packed in like cattle. I would LOVE to spend a summer there, living the gay life, working, and just hanging out. It was seriously fun. Paul and I were able to hold hands and kiss and walk around all romantic-like with no fear of getting the shit kicked out of us.
Friday night ended with the three of us staying up until 5am and partying like the rock stars we are.
Saturday morning, Paul and I drove into P-town to go to lunch, sit on the beach, and do some shopping. It was amazing. We got along very well, which was a nice change, ate like a couple of hoss's, and talked talked talked. It was beautiful.
Around 5pm, we drove back to the beach house, took quick naps, ate another GIGANTIC dinner, and drank the night away. Mariah's girlfriend "Marisa" had a bunch of friends there, who don't know that she nor Mariah is gay, and that kind of sucked. Whatever, they were bitches and we ignored them the whole time anyway. Paul and I did meet a couple cool people and the people we already knew were fun to be around. But for the most part, he and I had an incredibly romantic weekend together.
I loved being with him. LOVED it.
We had some amazing talks and I think we are doing better than we ever have. It's weird. He and I go up and down all the time. But after the week I had last week, I needed him to be great this weekend and he was.
Sunday, Paul and I drove these mini-motorcycles around Cape Cod and then went out to brunch with Marisa and Mariah. It was great.
Marisa decided to drop Mariah and I off at the bus station. While we were at a traffic light, Paul tells me to check his messages. I do and find out that Kelly has had a nightmare of a time taking care of this dog that we are supposed to be sitting for. Turns out she spent most of Saturday night chasing the dog around NYC. The message I heard was "Joe, the dog is gone. Just gone....shumma shumma shum the dog is gone!"
WHAT?!?!
I freaked out. I mean, how could I not. I immediately called Kelly to find out that the dog was safe and sound in the apartment. I still have yet to talk to her in depth about the whole ordeal, but thank the lord in heaven above that the dog is okay. THANK THE LORD! I have no idea what I would have said to the lady when she got back. Oh boy. God really is looking out for us.
Phew.
Supposed to dog sit starting on Thursday, but will have to call the other people that are sitting and find out if I should even do that. I was really looking forward to this and I need the money, so hopefully it will all figure itself out.
We shall see...
I guess that is it for now....
Have a great story about Joey Fatone and my friend Rachel to put in here. But that will have to wait until later.
Right now I get to go do some bullshit project in our office library.
A
NNOY
ING
Latas.
So the weekend was fantastic. Everything up until Provincetown on Friday was snores, so I will start with that.
Paul, Mariah and I got to Cape Cod at about 11:30pm on Friday and immediately drove to P-town for Carnivale! It was wonderful! We had tons of drinks, got to go to a bunch of different bars, met some cool gay people, and did it up! The three of us always have a great time together and it was nice being with them for the night. (everyone else stayed back at the beach house, cuz they were boresville)
Provincetown is adorable. I find out that Provincetown is actually quite large, but Provincetown CENTER is where all the gays are. It's a small area, but so fun. And people are just packed in like cattle. I would LOVE to spend a summer there, living the gay life, working, and just hanging out. It was seriously fun. Paul and I were able to hold hands and kiss and walk around all romantic-like with no fear of getting the shit kicked out of us.
Friday night ended with the three of us staying up until 5am and partying like the rock stars we are.
Saturday morning, Paul and I drove into P-town to go to lunch, sit on the beach, and do some shopping. It was amazing. We got along very well, which was a nice change, ate like a couple of hoss's, and talked talked talked. It was beautiful.
Around 5pm, we drove back to the beach house, took quick naps, ate another GIGANTIC dinner, and drank the night away. Mariah's girlfriend "Marisa" had a bunch of friends there, who don't know that she nor Mariah is gay, and that kind of sucked. Whatever, they were bitches and we ignored them the whole time anyway. Paul and I did meet a couple cool people and the people we already knew were fun to be around. But for the most part, he and I had an incredibly romantic weekend together.
I loved being with him. LOVED it.
We had some amazing talks and I think we are doing better than we ever have. It's weird. He and I go up and down all the time. But after the week I had last week, I needed him to be great this weekend and he was.
Sunday, Paul and I drove these mini-motorcycles around Cape Cod and then went out to brunch with Marisa and Mariah. It was great.
Marisa decided to drop Mariah and I off at the bus station. While we were at a traffic light, Paul tells me to check his messages. I do and find out that Kelly has had a nightmare of a time taking care of this dog that we are supposed to be sitting for. Turns out she spent most of Saturday night chasing the dog around NYC. The message I heard was "Joe, the dog is gone. Just gone....shumma shumma shum the dog is gone!"
WHAT?!?!
I freaked out. I mean, how could I not. I immediately called Kelly to find out that the dog was safe and sound in the apartment. I still have yet to talk to her in depth about the whole ordeal, but thank the lord in heaven above that the dog is okay. THANK THE LORD! I have no idea what I would have said to the lady when she got back. Oh boy. God really is looking out for us.
Phew.
Supposed to dog sit starting on Thursday, but will have to call the other people that are sitting and find out if I should even do that. I was really looking forward to this and I need the money, so hopefully it will all figure itself out.
We shall see...
I guess that is it for now....
Have a great story about Joey Fatone and my friend Rachel to put in here. But that will have to wait until later.
Right now I get to go do some bullshit project in our office library.
A
NNOY
ING
Latas.
