Gaydar-a-go-go

I new it! I should have trusted it all along! Turns out that the Scottish guy is in fact gay. I went to the conference banquet on Thursday night, and was downing the wine as if there was no tomorrow - seeing as I deserved to celebrate after my presentation went well. I got to chat drunkenly to a few big names, which was cool, and myself and the Scottish lad, had at least 2 bottles of wine drank before the security turned agro and kicked the group of us that were left out of the building, but the two of us managed to grab a bottle of wine on our way out. We drank it on our way to the Irish pub where we met the other two people who are over here from Dublin. Stayed there till they kicked us out, and on the way home, we were discussing the last cd's we'd listened to. With my deliberate selection of George Michael and the Scissor Sisters, and his of Elton John, there was a happy realisation. So when the other two headed off, we laughed about how stupid we both were not to just come out and said it in the beginning, but agreed that the whole skipping around the issue had to be done at the same time, as neither of us was sure of the other person's situation. It's nice because we seem to get on so well, but there's no confusion about the fact that we're not interested in each other. So tonight we're going to check out the gay club here, which we mentioned to the other two Dublin people today, officially outing myself at work as they had no clue, but there was a distinct lack of a reaction when it was said, so Im not quite sure how to take that. I'm really looking forward to tonight now!

En Genève

Oui, c'est vrai, je suis en Genève! Sorry for the lack of postage y'all but I'm at a conference in Geneva until Sunday. So far it's been going ok. Some interesting enough talks, but still its quite tiring - presentations from 9 till 6 every day. And Im still shitting bricks about my talk on Thurs, but I'll let you all know how it goes. Havent't really been getting into the whole "networking" thing. Although, have met a nice Scottish guy and my gadar went off as soon as I saw him, but I'm not so sure now. Would be very handy if he was though, 'cause I wouldn't mind checking out some of the bars here to see what they're like. I dont think the guy I'm here with would really be interested, seeing as I don't think he's particularly homo-friendly, and besides I don't think he or my supervisor who Im also here with have a clue. It's not that I'm bothered, it's just since there the only two people I'm over here with it would make more sense to keep quite, unless it comes up of course. Was out last night with two other academic-type friends of the supervisor for a meal, one of whom was talking about a paper she did on Xena and explaining how she had a six-ffot cut-out of her in her bedroom, and later on my suspicions were confirmed when my supervisor said to me, "oh you know, she's a lesbian". Figures.

Selfishness

Not having been out for ages I made up for it on Friday night. Went to Scatman's house for another of his ill-fated house parties, which actually didn't turn out too bad at all, especially for a straight night out. Incidentally, the whole straight night thing doesn't seem to bother me as much as it did, mainly cause I'm no longer a desperate will-kiss-anything-at-the-end-of-the-night type since being officially in a happy relationship, therefore I don't have the need to go to a gay club as I once did. That's not to say I'm not dying to go and dance my queer ass off in the G some night very soon.

Anyway, back to the story. I arrived at the house at around 9.30, bottle of wine in one hand, bottle of vodka in the other. Luckily enough I brought some cd's with me that enabled me to rescue the party from complete doom. Drank my bottle of wine and moved onto the vodka (just like the good old days). Being in a jovial mood a group of us decided to head into town for a bit of a dance, mainly because some of the undesirables at the party had stuck on slayer or some other wretched trash on the stereo. The only problem was it was already 11.30, but away we went anyway - myself, Dee+hubby, Lou, C+V, to where else but the Palace - ah, the sweet refuge of the drunken heterosexual!

The usual dancing ensued until the place closed. Then back we went to the house, making it back at around 3am, only to find the party had officially ended and all that were left were Scatman himself and Steve Austin. I had previously promised to S.Austin that I would be back sooner to rejoin the festivities, so understandably he was none too pleased with our late arrival. I still actually feel bad about it - especially cause I know that's the only reason he stayed at the party. I can be such an ass sometimes. What makes me feel even worse is that on Saturday night I ended up staying in with the boyf, when I had promised S.Austin in my drunken state that I would head out with him and some others to Whelan’s for a drink. But to be honest, I was just too tired to do anything more than vegetate and watch a Looney Tunes film. I didn't even have sex that night for God's sake - that's how tired I was!

But it makes me ask the question, whether in certain circumstances is it okay to be selfish? Or at least selfish to a certain degree. I have often had the habit of worrying about pleasing others too much, before pleasing myself, but at the same time I can't help but feel bad about the whole thing. Remember, it is me we're talking about here. God, I'm very philosophical today, and not a hint of bitchiness.

Come out of that Internet Closet!

So, I've been getting lots of hits... mostly coming from the QueerID website, yet nobody is leaving any comments! Come on people, jump out of that Internet closet and scream hello! Its the comments that keep me going from day to day... through all the trouble and strife.... help me overcome any obstacles that may come in my way... blah..blah..blah... Well you get the general idea. Comment!

I've even given you three whole posts in one day! If that's not enough, I just don't know what is anymore.... (cue self-pity)

Barcelona Photos

Some of the more "arty" photos that I took in Barcelona, for your enjoyment!

Cable Car and view of Barcelona



Monument in Parc Mont Juic



Street in Bari Gotic



Sunset in Parc Guell

Bizarre

Some people just have way too much time on their hands...but this is very funny all the same. Plus it gives you a chance to waste your time while you wait for me to write a proper post. For now this concise version will have to do...

...I,Robot Thurs night .... reasonably entertaining .... boyfs Fri night .... up till 3 playin PS2 ...... out Sat night in Grand Central ..... drank bottle of wine in 15 mins before hand ..... fantastic cocktails.... drunkeness.... dancing..... compliments on dancing skills from foreign girl who won't let us leave the dancefloor..... glass smashed..... Lousie chatting to 40 year old English guy in Abrakabortion.... run away when taxi comes.... fun had by all..... the end.