Stuff and Nonsense! Continued

Where were we? Ah, yes... Pride Weekend.

So, the poor dear George was in a bit of a stew because he really wanted to go out but had "nothing" to wear. Mind you, he has more clothes than Imelda Marcos had shoes, they're just unorganized. Additionally, he was still moving in so some were at his old place and some here. At any rate, we were also short on booze so he couldn't pre-funk prior to going out. What a drag, eh?

I, on the other hand, was quite content to lurk at home and avoid the nonsense and the drunk and drugged out homos rolling around the Hill. Kissing someone in a drunken moment and getting a contact high for a week isn't my idea of fun, thank you very much.

Anyway, Holly popped up to bum a smoke and then discovered George's pitiable state and quite decently rallied round with encouraging words and a stiffish Cuba Libra.

She and Drew are both really fabulous people and we were saddened to learn that they'd bought a house in West Seattle and are moving in a month.

Lemme see, what else is going on...

Oh, I smashed out a kitchen window quite by accident immediately after I'd finished cleaning the kitchen. It was one of those moments where you can do nothing but stare silently and then go about cleaning it up.


We've yet to get a dinner table and that's beginning to annoy me as is the distinct lack of shelves. I've boxes and boxes of books that need a home and soon before I go insane.

Anyway, I think this is it for now.

Good night, and remember to turn the light out when you go to bed.