I got a cactus today. I said I was gonna get one and dammit ... I meant it! I stayed home all day. I was soooo tired after last night. Oh ... yah .. last night. Last night was pretty cool. After Husani's class ... (which was very good and the boy know's beans) ... we went to Chelsea. To get revenge at that bar after being kicked out. View. That's the name of the place. I dunno if I mentioned it before. It's like right next to Big Cup. I swear ... sometimes I haaaaaate even typing 'Big Cup'. The guys there can be such assholes. You're literally telepathically raped just standing at the counter. And if you're not being raped ... then you're getting your eyes clawed out by the other guys who don't like your outfit or whatev.

So we had dinner at this diner across the street from Big Cup. We both hadn't eaten before the class and it was like 3 hours. 6 to 9. Dinner was good.

"So are we going to that bar?" asked Husani.

"Hell yah!" I grinned.

I sooo wanted to be carded since I had ID (my passport) on me this time. Although ... while crossing the street ... Husani and I both said the guy probably wont be there or they just wont card us. It kinda sucked when we got there so we didn't even stick around. We bailed and headed to the Village. We passed this place called "Rawhide" on your way to the subway. I wanted to go in and see what it was about. Husani wasn't game. I couldn't help but make a whip-snapping sound every time I said the word 'Rawhide'. How kinky could it possibly be. The windows are all tinted though and the door has just a small box ... the kind a guy would slide open and ask for a password or something. Curiousity was killing me.

"Let's go see the lesbians make out on the waterfront," I suggested. "Hehe ... that's always fun."

We headed there but the waterfront's still blocked off so we wandered around a while. Talking about why some gay guys have lisps and some don't. It's like a mystery. I'm not butch but I don't have a lisp and neither does Husani. I can't even really fake one hehe.

The Village sucked. We were gonna go right home but decided to go back to Chelsea and at least have a drink at View. Maybe we'd get carded so I could put on a latex glove and slap the guy across the face with my passport and yell "Ha!".

They didn't! I was pissed. I went right up to the bar had a couple guys undress me with their eyes ... and ordered 2 martinis. No "Wait .. what are you? 12? Let's see some ID, pal" ... nothing. Husani and I stood a while cuz all the seats were taken. Standing there ... talking and sipping on our martinis. I was chewing gum right after dinner so my drink tasted like crap. Cinnamon Trident and Martinis just don't go.

They were having some raffle thingy so we were sorta forced to sign up and take a ticket. They were giving out porn or something ... *shrugs* ... I dunno. A couple guys got up off the couch so Husani and I bolted for the seats.

More martinis and more chatting. When I get drunk ... I get totally relaxed and it seems that anything that comes to mind ... I say it ... or do it. If I think a guy's cute while I'm sober ... I'd never say anything ... If I think a guy's cute when I'm drunk ... I'd tell him in no time flat. not even drunk ... just a good buzz. Our third martinis we drank faster and I was all giggly by then. Who the hell really sips alcohol anyway? I kept playing this game with Husani to see who could take a bigger gulp. I won hands down hehe. And I was also even more giggly. I don't even really remember what we were talking about but I remember saying something about having a really low self-esteem or some crap. Which is true. That's another thing. I'm pretty honest in that state.

There's this guy who works there. I remembered him from the first time we were there. He's pretty cute. Guys were flirting with him all night.

"I'm gonna ask what his name is when he comes over here," I said.

"Go right ahead." Husani was seemed almost totally out of it.

Sure enough ... the guy came over to take our glasses.

"What's your name?"

"Murray," he said and smiled. At least ... that's what I thought I heard him say. He could've said Elvis and it probably wouldnt've registered.

He asked for my name. I told him and he shook my hand. I imagined him thinking "Poor little drunk bastard." while our skin touched.

It was after 3 or so by that time. I wasn't even sure if I'd be able to get home at that hour but in the state I was in ... I didn't really care. I figured ... I'd just hang out at Port Authority until 5 and take the first bus home.

It's "Fleet Week" and there are Army guys .... everywhere! There were 3 drunk sailors ... no ... it's not a joke hehe ... 3 drunk sailors on the train Husani and I were on. Army guys are just like firemen ... even the ugly ones are kinda cute once they're in uniform. Husani and I were already all giggly ... add that to 3 drunk sailors in the same state and that's not good. I think one of them asked me the time. Honestly ... I saw his lips moving and I saw that he was looking at me but it just sorta seems like a blur now. It wasn't long before we got to Port Authority, walked over to where the Joisey buses are, hugged and said goodnight.

Almost as soon as I got on the bus ... I wanted to pee really bad but the guy was ready to leave ... so I had to hold it until I got home. I rushed to the bathroom, took the longest piss I've taken in a while, washed my face, brushed my teeth and just went to bed. Pulling my clothes off as I got closer to the bed.

I had a slight headache when I got up. I didn't get up 'til like 11 or so. Soooo glad I don't have a 9 to 5. I walked around the neighborhood a little and found a cute little cactus for my windowsill. For some reason ... I dunno if it's cuz they're fuzzy or not ... but I see cacti as pets. Especially the little fuzzy ones in the clay pots. Hmmm .. maybe it is cuz they're fuzzy. I did laundry later in the day. The fun part was trying to get change. They don't have change machines in the basement so I had to run around to stores begging for change.