Lonesome

This weekend was vaguely sordid and lonely.

The family is in Idaho and Laura and Rory are gone camping on the Olympic Peninsula. Friday evening Shaina came and rescued me. We went and shot pool at 'The Garage' over on the hetero end of Broadway. It was interesting. We came back and wrote a pact on 'the holy quesadilla box' that by August 5th we'd both at least approach a guy we've been eyeing for weeks now and ask him for a date. I then fell asleep watching 'The Prisoner of Azkaban.'

Yesterday I ended up sleeping until 1pm. By 2pm I found myself sitting across from the lovely Casey from Bellingham at the 'Rusty Pelican' up on 45th. Casey is a fantastic fellow. He plays the piano and viola well enough to make me swoon. He's very intelligent, cute, and he grew up in Wisconsin. As a native Minnesotan, he'd usually be my mortal enemy, but we both got the hell out of dodge and transplanted to western Washington. We parted ways hopefully to meet again. He had to leave for a birthday party.

I then walked to the video store and also made a visit to the grocery store. I purchased a $60 bottle of wine and made myself a wonderful lamb dinner. I then indulged myself in a sappy gay romantic comedy called 'the Trip.' It is now nearing 10am on Sunday and I am faced with a day filled with housecleaning and yardwork. My puppy Tico also needs a bath sometime before the day ends.

Well there you have it..the emotionless details of a boring weekend.