You know what cheers me up? Dancin' !

Another delayed post about what went on last weekend...some things never change. I went to Scatman's house on Fri for his house-warming party. I brought the boyf along. I was a little nervous about how the whole thing would go down seeing as the majority of my friends were at the party - but things went splendidly. It makes it so much easier that he's the type of person that is easy to get along with. The party kinda sucked though. I ended up with some bad bruises on my shins due to some seafront activity on the way home. My god Im a slut. :)

Sat night was the spectacular that was my sister's 21st, at which I was the DJ. I had no major fuck-ups apart from when I stopped the music so that the could bring out the cake, only to be told the cake wasn't ready, so I had to spin another tune, but by the time that was finished the cake still wasn't ready. Ensue a few minutes of uneasy silence. Then when the microphone was switched on for the speech, there was some ear-bleeding feedback followed by the whole volume levels being fucked, but which I managed to overcome with my acute amature DJing skills. There was a great turn-out. My only disappointment was with the fact that apart from my granny and one or two druken aunts nobody got up to dance to my amazing set-list. I would have killed to get away from behind the decks for a second to shake my thang! Although everyone said the music was good, "why the fuck did you not get up and dance then!!!"

I thought my aunts and cousins, who I only usually associate with when necessary at Christmas, were being either unusually friendly or just plain drunk when they kept coming up to me and hugging me and saying they loved me. Obviously my father had had a word in their ear, which they later confirmed when the said they had heard about "my news" and that they were "so happy" for me. My God! It's like I'm the most interesting person in the family all of a sudden, well until the next big tradgedy or family gossip. Well, I suppose everyone likes a bit of drama.

Grass Stains

What a lovely weekend. I went to the Village on Fri night, after meeting up with a friend from college. The music upstairs was fantastic, though I didn't get a chance to break out the dancing shoes. I did have a good laugh though. It's nice to catch up with people you haven't seen in ages. I must say her knew boyfriend is simply delicious!

Spent the day Saturday with the boyfriend and his friend, which was great. I get on really well with her, and even better with him. Just hanging around with him is cool, though I am being wary of not falling into the habit of spending time with him and not with my friends, and of not being one of those lovey-dovey couples that everyone hates. Although it is hard to keep my hands off him.

I must stop having relations outdoors... (repeat x 300)
Woke up this morning with grass in the most unusual places. That's what u get for fooling around in a neighbour's back garden!

B & B

I did go to Oh What A Night last Thursday. It's not that it was bad, it just wasn't that good. Too much panto-style action for my liking, but without the standard big ugly fat drag-queen step-mother-sister-witch-fairy-type person and definitely not a good choice for a date. More thought is due for next time.

Had an even gayer weekend with Queer & Alternative at Tease in the Music Centre which was quite good indeed. It was an indie gay night - tunes from White Stripes, Scissor Sisters (big fave of mine at the mo'), No Doubt, NERD, the Stokes...etc. I'd say all of my straight mates would've loved it too, which made me feel very comfortable as it was the type of night out that I became accustomed to during, what we shall call, the closet years.

I got a txt from the guy I've been seeing on Sunday, saying he 'needs to talk', which in my mind meant only one thing. I met up with him Monday evening and sure enough he thought we should stop seeing each other. I can't say I was surprised and agreed with him when he said he thought there was 'something missing' (I know this all sounds so cliché but t'was true). We went back to my place to talk - I had no intention of doing anything else. So talk is what we did, well mostly me. Then, he said he realised that he had learned more about me in those 20 mins than he had for the last 2 months or so. I realised it too - I hadn't talked much at all whenever we went out, which I still can't explain. I just wasn't being myself. Maybe it was because (here comes the Oprah part) I was afraid of not being what he wanted me to be, or at least worrying about it, rather than being myself. It was weird - a dual realisation for both of us, which resulted in us getting back together, this time more officially, and a whole lot more besides... ;) I wish my parents were away every weekend!

So now we're boyfriend & boyfriend. That still sounds weird to me.

Move over Carrie Bradshaw!

Fill up that inkwell and pull that quill out of your arse - It looks like I may be writing a piece pretty soon for the people of QueerID, who dropped me a mail recently requesting my particular literary skills, so watch this...well their....space.

In other news, if anybody has been telling themselves "Grover couldn't get any gayer" prepare to recant! I'm off to see "Oh What A Night" tonight. Should be fun. Well it better be, seeing as the tickets cost 50eur!! Otherwise I'll be requesting a refund on grounds of "insufficient level of fun attained". I'm thinking a few drinks before hand should get those boogie-shoes-a-movin' Disco-Stu style!