Posts tagged “social life”
Obama's taken the delegate lead, my eyes are killing me from screen strain, and work was awful. But karaoke at Jason's birthday party helped on all fronts: great people, great laughs, and six feet of screen distance giving my poor eyes a break.
Having drunk friends show up at bedtime is actually a compliment. Still tired though.
Spent Sunday in Dolores Park at a proper tea party in formal wear, complete with cucumber sandwiches, china from thrift stores, and dancing with a cane. A marching band showed up. San Francisco is making me even gayer. It was grand.
Threw an 80s-themed housewarming for the Warwick crowd. Forgot to take any photos myself, but others captured it well. More intimate gatherings coming soon for those who haven't visited the new flat yet.
Lovely barbecue turned into a long, relaxed evening. Then had to "play it straight" giving Dom a lift home, which somehow left him unable to navigate his own street. His excuse: being gay. Apparently it explains most things. I'm considering trying it when my next project is late.
Impromptu barbecues that spiral from Big Brother gossip into hours of evolutionary theory, Geldof, and poverty debate are exactly what I need. More of this, please.
Went to Miss-Shapes. Decent night — Sandra played Push It again (why?), but redeemed herself with Goldfrapp. Cute guy in a white shirt who could dance. Left by 1.30, before last tube. Not sure why I'm even writing this down.
Came down with sniffles during peak pollen season and now I can't tell if it's hayfever or a cold. Also had a great evening with a friend who works with Matt Lucas, which is pretty damn cool.
Trying to cut back on socializing, but accidentally booked myself solid for the entire week ahead. Next week I'm doing nothing. Seriously. Don't invite me to anything.
Bars are loud, smoky, crowded hellholes with nowhere to sit. People tolerate them for cheap drinks, but I don't drink, so cheap drinks mean nothing to me. I'm done being nice about it. From now on, meet me at a cafe or a quiet restaurant, or don't meet me at all.
I'm sociable, just not in the traditional sense. I prefer communicating with people online while multitasking over aimlessly hanging out in person. My online and offline lives are fully integrated, and I barely distinguish between them. Socializing means communicating, not physically occupying the same space.
Been slacking on daily posts, but life's busy. Went to an OUT party with Moz last night, free bar plus low turnout meant everyone got very drunk. Good times. Check my linklog for that incredible VW Polo ad.
Almost missed my daily blogging resolution! M came to cook tonight so I was off the internet all evening. Only news: I won free Popstarz entry for the one week I'm not planning to go. Anyone want to be me on Friday?
Dressed up like a trapped monkey for a black-tie family dinner, but the crystal, china, and divine cheese made it worth it. I'd sell my anti-suit principles for really good cheese, apparently. Not taking a banking job though. Also revisited Twelfth House: excellent, terrifying expensive, bi-annual treat at best.
Saw a revived Noel Coward play this week with friends. Amusingly, we nearly walked out at the end of the second act thinking it was over. Mortified, we grabbed ice cream and returned for the actual finale, which was much better.
Brilliant birthday weekend despite zero planning: Popstarz, rain-soaked picnics, tickle-fights, music snobbery, and Ghetto. Exactly what I needed. Still unsettled about something big, but at least it's crystallised now. Bring on 24.
Been too busy living life to blog about it. Good weekend though: Popstarz with friends, a Green Park picnic, and The Bourne Supremacy (dull). Also added a music log to the site so you can judge my taste in shit.
Had an amazing weekend on a boat with 450 gay men, a 4am breakfast, and loads of new friends. Too tired to blog properly, so here are some quiz results instead.
My advice to someone struggling to meet gay people: skip the clubs, which mostly attract shallow party types. Instead, meet lots of people you genuinely like through friends and random events, then find the gay ones among them. Though I've met my own boyfriends online, my single status suggests I should follow my own advice.
Lovely weekend with friends down from Warwick: Popstarz (possibly spiked drink), Empire Records fan edition (actually improved by the extra footage), Kill Bill Vol. 2, a barbecue, banter, Twister on my new duvet cover, and Smallville. Good times.
A fun weekend with Mikey yields scattered observations: Popstarz good, O'Neill's not Irish, Tate Britain Turner-heavy but decent, Lord of the Rings would be shorter with mobile phones, Paycheck entertaining, London movie prices absurd, and Mary lives impossibly far from Central London.
A fantastic weekend: Popstarz, kebab life lessons, the camp movie CAMP, Danny's 21st, and the genuinely jaw-dropping ladies' loos at the Knights Templar. Also Heaven, giant ants, and an unexpected candlelit dinner with pole-dancing lesbian conversation. Highly recommend all of the above.
Feeling isolated. Someone take me to lunch.
Strangers in a car applauded me walking home from a cheesy pop night at the students' union. 60p drinks, five minutes from my house, and spontaneous applause from passing cars. I'm never leaving.
Back in Winchester, the world's only one-horse city. Staying at Erasmus Park, surviving on dialup, table football, and shameless self-documentation. Mass emails feel pushy, so the journal it is. Projects pending: my third-year project, a site update, and GayGeeks.org, my transparently desperate attempt at internet dating.
Celebrated Darren's 21st in style with dancing, drinking, and chaos. A burst pipe flooded three floors of the house. Nothing to do with us, I swear. The housemates aren't laughing yet, but they will be.
