Tonight I returned from an adventurous weekend that was merely a postlude to last week’s exciting events. I do not know where to star, because I know I have not written in such a terribly long time. I believe working in reverse will be the most beneficial to everyone.
On Friday Melissa, Sarah, and I realized none of us had to be anywhere over the next weekend. Monday was a holiday, so we all had a lot of time to kill. And in a burst of spontaneity and forwardness we decided to travel to Niagara Falls, Canada for the weekend. We were in the car in less that an hour of making the decision and we ventured to America’s foreign brother toward the north.
It was an absolutely stellar journey. Friday night we went to a young teeny-bopper club called The Daily Planet. It was nice to just get out and groove a little. I drank beer, shots out of test tubes, and Long Island Ice Tea and I was feeling absolutely elated by the end of it all. Of course the girls sat their long sweaters like prudes, telling me the club was the embodiment of what they loath and despise (which I believe was an ill performed lie in an attempt to dramatize for me.)
Saturday was spent being touristy, and by 13:00 had a bottle of Gato Negro open and I was sitting in a park overlooking the falls. It was absolutely splendid. There was a little pond beside me and couples galore. All of them were reveling in the opiate that they call love (even though they all know the well famous statistic that every other couple will no longer be a couple in a short amount of time.)
I caught myself thinking about Constantine quite a bit that day. I think it was because my sexual proclivities have been more than usual in the last week, but anyway I actually wrote him a quick and probably guilt ridden email in an attempt to see “what’s up.”
Today we started the day off in a small town called Niagara by the lake. It was very quaint, with nice hotels, pricey B&B’s, and specialty shops. It was in the midst of wine country, so I was able to taste a few of the local varieties. Nice place, I would defiantly live up there if I was looking for a place to begin my writing career. Shortly after, we finished our Canadian sojourn in a park over looking the lake that this town was named after. Melissa photographed every inch of nature’s creativity, as Sarah lay on the grass, while I of course was drinking wine staring off into Mother Nature’s palette called oblivion.
Seven days ago Dan entered my life. He is no one I am interested in, but he does take care of the pesky reality of sexual depravity. He is nice, and wants more than just a fuck buddy, but I have told him I am not looking for anything more than that. I believe I will keep him around for the summer, because I have no one here to lull myself into a complete stupor over. There have been 2 occasions with him, and well I definitely will not be swooned into falling for him, I do enjoy talking with someone out of my standard “loop.”
On Tuesday, Mr. Rendell won the Pennsylvania democratic primary. It was a sweet victory for me, and because I ran the Tuesday evening celebration it was even sweeter for me. I received tons of compliments, and was offered everything from a “good job” to a “I’ll work my ass off to get you an appointment in the White House someday.” When it was all over and I had a few minutes to kill until I could take my tech equipment, I talked to man by the name of Jay David Woodward. I was a good looking black man, who I later found out was a failed candidate for lieutenant governor. We flirted for few minutes and then we went for a walk. He pulled me into a darkened room next to the one Catherine Baker-Knoll would be speaking in momentarily. I protested and said I had to get back to work and he said “me too.” When he then lowered himself to his knees, and began to give me head. My first politico-sexual election night affair was definitely something I do not regret.
That was my week. There were other events and other men that hit on me (but to my pleasure, never touched me,) but this is all I recall on this Sunday evening.