w.t.f.?
as if my self-loathing isn’t high enough this bright yet friggin cold mid-western January day, I went to lunch with TLBO on our way to the airport for his return to the Los Angeles Basin Area (don’t let him tell you he’s from LA, he’s from the valley).
We stopped into the Taco Bell of Chinese food and stuffed our face with generic Chinese staples. Finishing off our splendid chinese-lite(tm) fare I opened my fortune cookie to be confronted with the words.
It doesn’t matter.
Who is without a flaw?
Lucky Numbers 8,15,22,34,42,44
and I thought, “what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
carzy, f’d-up weekend
The little Brown One (TLBO) has been in town all weekend visiting me. He does this often and it almost always throws my life into chaos. This weekend, for the most part was a welcome taste of nuttiness that has been long missing from my life since I’ve moved to Chicago. TLBO and I used to be roommates back when I lived in that hamlet of sensibility and temperate weather known as San Francisco. I’ve shared more of my history and life time with TLBO than with any other non-blood relative and therefore, we “get” each other and can be ourselves without feeling the need to put on airs or explain our inner workings and actions.
However, whenever TLBO and I get together, its the people around us that end up suffering and this weekend was no different. We get together and tend to bounce off each other, and when we get bouncing… someone’s going to get hurt if they get too close. When I heard that TLBO was visiting, I was very excited to have FL (Fashionably Late) meet him since TLBO and I have known each other so long, and FL and I have been checking out this dating thing for the past month plus. Well, this weekend, I shouldn’t have booked time with FL because, true to form, somebody got hurt and I feel like shit about it.
The plan was…
Saturday night, we hang out the three of us, have dinner, grab drinks, head home for a little snogging and cuddling before bed (FL and I, that is). Sunday morning, wake up in his arms (FL’s) and snog some more then grab brunch.
The actual was…
Saturday night, TLBO and I hung out, grabbed pizza and watched a movie (Vicodin and Vodka drinks), headed out for the fantastic Ketel One Krush ™ slushy drinks at Sidetrack. FL arrived after TLBO and I’d had 5+ Krushes, TLBO drunk, yours truly exhausted from 2 nights of drinking and also drunk. Home to the sack where we passed out until well into late Sunday morning. And in all this FL was throw aside in a manner that I’m extremely embarrassed and pained about. And I don’t have a clue how to fix it. I don’t know what to say to him or even how.
The hangover lingers from Sunday’s drunkenness (yes, that’s 3 nights in a row) and I’m f’d up over hurting someone so wonderful (notice a trend here?)