Gay Pride

Very quick posting:

Thank you to my friend David and his equally adorable boyfriend for the following: providing me with several large servings of Citron and soda, paying for everything the entire evening since I managed to leave my wallet at home not once, but twice, introducing me to all of your very funny, cute and extremely nice friends, letting me inappropriately make out with one of them, buying me six too many beers, listening to me slur all of my words after 9 PM and then bringing me home safely by 11:30 with half a slice of pizza in my stomach...again, all at your own expense. Thank you! Saturday's Pride parade and everything in between (despite the fact that I was a hot mess a la Lindsay Lohan) was incredibly fun (from what I remember) :-)

And to the three other boys I managed to kiss, thank you for the compliments and for making me feel not just elligible, but attractive.

And to the rest of my fans, I was down 14 lbs as of last Friday, but up 3 (yes, 3!!...I have to starve myself this week) on Monday. Booooo! I guess that's what a gallon of vodka mixed with beer will do to you. Less than 3 weeks until P-town...I need to fast until then.

Things, they are a changing

I have not updated this thing in some time, so few new updates.

Last weekend for Memorial Day I was fortunate enough to snag a last minute invite to Fire Island. Wow. I am not even sure how to describe it for those people who have not experienced it previously. It's a little like a gay petting zoo, only with lots of partying, in all variations of the word. And the Meat Rack...yeah...I thought that was just the name of a porno film...I had no idea that this place actually exists. Seriously, I had to be one of the 10 most vanilla people up there. Still, it was an incredibly fun weekend and yes, my liver has finally recovered, thank you for asking. Of course, this makes me a little worried about my upcoming week in P-town. Fire Island was only 2.5 days and I literally was dragging myself to the ferry on Monday. P-town could prove to be ugly.

In terms of my body transformation (all spurred by the upcoming week in P-town), I have officially lost 12 lbs and 3 inches from my waist. My pants are definitely falling off of me. I am in that ugly "cinching" stage since I refuse to go out and but new clothes at this point. Everything else seems to be coming along nicely as well. I definitely see definable results, which is awesome. I think I am finally, and thankfully, addicted to working out (and having a cute trainer is always helpful).

And this can be filed under TMI: I am now at the three month milestone of not having had sex (yes, even on Fire Island, where even the most tragic characters can get laid). This was not something that I intentionally set out to do, but in all reality, I don't miss it that much (yet) and needed to curb my 'ho bag ways anyway. Plus Craigslist had gotten stale.

That's all for now. Happy Birthday to me. I will be 34 (gasp) tomorrow. Mid-thirties. Boooo! I definitely do not like how that sounds.