Holy Crap! It has been an eventful few weeks!
March 16th we had St. Patrick’s day celebrations at my place. Very chill, smaller scale, but a lot of fun. We played cards against humanity into the wee hours and celebrated Cat’s Birthday as well.
On March 28th I was already feeling kind of down and crappy, so I had decided drunk rock band with Mauro was the answer. A bottle of Chianti deep into the evening, I get a text from the dude I was seeing saying we can’t see each other any more. I call him and we discuss the situation, and for various, stupid and annoying reasons – let’s just say things didn’t work out, through no fault of anyone in particular. The circumstances being what they are, suck horrifically and my damn heart hurts. I cried. A LOT. I cried, a lot, ON Mauro, who, to his credit, rubbed my back and said nice things about me, and mean things about the dude / life.
March 29th was when my family decided to have our Passover Seder. When I woke up, I didn’t really feel like doing much of anything at all, however, having something to focus on helps a lot, which is why I made the hell out of our Passover Seder this year. Mauro joined us, and my dad seemed really pleased with the whole affair in general, and said my Mom mom would have been very happy with what I did. I would like to think that’s true.
March 30th was the Pex Play it Forward Party, a dance party thrown by PEX (The Philadelphia Experiment / Space Pirates – Philly’s local Burning Man chapter.) It was a combination birthday party for several people and a fundraiser for the Prom for oncology patients at the children’s hospital. it was also the weekend right after my heart was broken, so it was a perfect excuse to wear something insane, and dance until I couldn’t feel feelings anymore, which is exactly what I did.
Monday April 8th, I started my new 9-5 as an office manager at a construction company. I’ve been here for 3 weeks now, and I like it pretty well. I feel like I’m getting the hang of things and figuring out my place in the system.
Friday, April 12th, I went to Rocky Horror at the Ritz with shadow-casting by my fabulous friends TNP, Philly’s own Rocky cast. Hannah was Trixie for the event and I took Cat, and Steph with me. We met up with Gloria and Ray, and all sat together. The theater is nice, but the seats reclined way too far. I was happy to have the chance to get dressed up in something stupid and go out to have fun. I missed all my TNP people! I missed being loud and crazy and getting lapfulls of Nick in drag. Super good times, after the show we went to Michael’s diner.
Saturday, April 13th Cat, Mauro and myself went thrifting, and to various other shops. It was fun, and I needed some frivolous window shopping to chill me out. It was very helpful. Later that night BIG GAY DAVE came over!!!! We played rock band, and good times were had by all. I love that gay giant with all my little hag heart.
The Friend Break up happened earlier this week. I found my friend on Facebook after having not been in contact for years. I reached out to him, to find that not only is he still alive
(I had worried this was not the case) but he is more socially outgoing, due in large part to his latest girlfriend. When they wanted to hang out, I couldn’t say no, and the first of many good times together was had.
Unfortunately, the more comfortable they got with me and my social circle, the more people started to take issue with his girlfriend. Almost everyone I see regularly went from skeptical, to acceptance, to annoyance with regard to her attitude and behavior. Especially the shoplifting, and almost weird sense of pride about it.
I am a lot more laid back, and take people with a grain of salt, but then they started to take liberties, the most recent of which was coming over uninvited one Friday night when I was having a hard time (granted, their hearts were in the right place, but the execution leaves a LOT to be desired.), then spending the night without asking or being asked, even though I had mentioned I had work to do, and had a work meeting the next afternoon, and sleeping me out of my own bed onto the couch.
They woke me up Saturday morning claiming if I wanted my bed back they would leave, and then they not only did not leave, but when I had to leave for my meeting, the girl had to be dragged from the bed by my friend, whining the whole time, and then asked if she had time for another cig. I ended up being late to my meeting due to these shenanigans.
Then they sent me a cryptic text at 5 am on a work day asking if i had time to hang out in person, and that we needed to talk. This infuriated me, for reasons I still don’t entirely understand, probably because that’s some crap you do to your girlfriend when you want to break up. Anyways, I made it clear that no one wanted to hear what I had to say at that point (the truth about how people really feel about her.) so I said give me space. Girlfriend flipped out and decided not talking immediately meant I didn’t want to be friends anymore. So if i didn’t talk, I didn’t want to be friends.
Oy. Vey. You know what, that’s fine. So they brought the borrowed stuff back that they had and I gave them theirs, and after they went back to the car they asked if I wanted to talk, I said nope, and wished them a good life. I really, really don’t pursue drama. I also really, really, don’t give the slightest shit if she’s butthurt about all this because I did nothing wrong and being willing to end a friendship over that nonsense is baby-time bullshit. Everyone had started saying “Man, he’s cool, but her…” and that’s really the crux of the situation. I don’t need that extra stress in my life. I’m pretty sure this is the best way that whole situation could have panned out.
Last Thursday I ended up in the hospital, again, this time with localized Pneumonia.
Sunday we celebrated my father’s 50th birthday!
Feel my sads:
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