I'm sitting in Eric's office drinking a Poland Springs 'Half Pint' and listening to Bjork. I'm tired and my eyes are red but my weekend was pretty cool. Husani and I both decided to do anything but what we usually do on the weekend. We decided to actually go out.

We met up with Jami and went to Roxy Saturday night. Well ...after finishing a six-pack at the office. Drinking and singing along to Disney songs we downloaded. Roxy was cool. I spent most of the night dancing next to some Hispanic guys whose clothes I wanted to tear off. Just average cute guys. Not all made up like most of the Chelsea boys there. When we left Roxy it was going up to 7am. Totally bright outside.

Walked over to a diner for breakfast. There was this group of kids outside the diner. One of them yelled, "What? Are you too good to talk to us?" as we walked by. Husani flipped 'em off and soon we had one of them coming in after us. She actually complimented us and said she was here with a couple friends from Minnesota.

Left the diner and went back to Husani's office to hang out a bit. We made plans to go to Stonewall Sunday night to see a strip show. And one specific penis. Husani fell asleep on the couch. Jami and I split soon after. I got home, took some Nyquil and went to bed. It was already after 10.

Stonewall was ...interesting. Plan was to meet at the Christopher Street subway around 11:30. Jami said he'd be late so Husani and I went in. It's a cool place. I like the way they sort of have layers. We had a drink and pointed out a couple guys. There was this guy leaning in the doorway who kept looking over at me. But of course ...never spoke to me. Soon this very insane person came over and sat between us. He told us he thought we were both very cute and asked where we were from and stuff. He seemed very spacy and/or very drunk. He was ...nice though.

Husani grabbed some guy who was walking by as rescue. Spacy guy, Anthony and I talked for a while. He was going upstairs to dance with this girl he went over and talked to and said I should come. Husani was chatting with rescue guy so I went upstairs with Anthony. I was quickly bored. Soon though, one thing led to another and Anthony and I ended up kissing. And then I turned into one of those slutty people see at clubs making out in the corner. I could've stopped him. I could've pushed him away. If only it didn't feel so damn good. It's been more than a while since I've had someone else's tongue in my mouth. Hands roaming under my shirt.

"Come home with me."

"No," was my reply every time he asked.

Part of me wanted to but I know what I want and it doesn't exactly include going home at 2am with someone I met at a bar. He went on to say something about wanting to see me again and actually go out for dinner some time. We talked about work a little. He's on a contractor (I think) and apparently has a lot of money. He said the ring I wear on a chain around my neck worried him and asked more than a couple times if I'm really single. We exchanged numbers. He left soon after.

I went back upstairs and watched the rest of the show with Husani. It was actually pretty funny. The hostess was cracking me up. During the last part after some of the guys were eliminated, Husani and I were dumbfounded watching Jami bounce around on the lap of one of the contestants. He looked like a rag doll. The stripper was as good as simulating fucking Jami in mid-air. And Jami being as short as he is was just being thrown around. I left as soon as they announced the winner.

The train took forever to come and I started feeling the effects of all the free rum shots I had. Plus it was already after 3 and I was pretty tired. Got to Times Square and ...no buses to Jersey! I hate that! Then I thought, "Fuck! I really should've gone home with that guy! At least I'd be sleeping by now in a nice warm bed!" I waited until minutes to five. The bus took a while to leave but it was ok because at least I got some shut eye. I couldn't take a cab because I only had like six bucks on me. The bus I took was a Bergenline bus so I had to get off at the first stop and walk what seemed to Connecticut to get home. Walking home at 5am in a boy scouts shirt and an increasingly bad feeling from the alcohol was not fun. People were getting up to go jogging and I was just getting home.