Just before I start this post, I have to clarify that Carl is not gay - some people got the wrong idea from the last post. Just cause I think he's hot doesn't mean he's gay.


Speaking of which, I was at a hosue party in Carl's house last night. Went over with Vicky and Ciaran. Bought myself two nice cheap bottles of red wine from Dunnes. Big mistake. Arrived and there wasnt that many people there but was pretty cool though, especially seeing as one of the neighbours brought his decks to the party and the music was aboslutely blasting. The neighbour (cant remember his name) is unbelievably hot, and I mean stunning. One of the best bods Ive ever seen - i really must start working out properly. Downed the first bottle of wine pretty quickly to try and overcome the whole nervousness of being in a house with alot of people I dont know. By the time I was halfway through the second bottle, I knew I shouldnt have gotten red wine. It was far to heavy and I was telling myself that I was going to pay for it the next morning, which I did. Spent most of the night chatting to Carls girlfriend who was really nice. There was a funny tea-bagging incident later on in the night when Stokesy passed out and Carl and his neighbour took full advantage of the fact (most of which I missed, damn!). The lump of chewing-gum that Vicky firmly stuck in his belly-button was also a nice touch. Besides that I did do a bit of dancing in the kitchen to the tunes pumping from the decks, although the tiled floor was dangerously slippy. Suprised I managed to avoid cracking my head open.

Amn't too sure what time I left, but it was after 3. Vicky & Ciaran kindly walked me home then went back to the party. Woke up this morning with a severe hangover. Not going to be drinking red wine for a while. Got ready for work, then decided I didnt feel up to it so I rang in sick and went back to bed instead. Spent the rest of the day watching Six Feet Under on dvd and also watched the film Chicago. Found it quite boring and skipped through most of the musical numbers, which basically means I skipped through most of the film. And I thought being gay and all would mean Id be totally into "all that jazz" but Im afraid not.

I came out to my sister yesterday too. She thought I was joking at first, then asked me if I was seeing anyone (that's the first question everyone asks me). She seemed a bit shocked by it. Im not too sure what way I expected her to react, but I suppose its better than screaming abuse at me at telling me Im going to hell. So it went ok. She says that it doesnt really make a difference, but I know it does. Think I should have waited a bit longer before I told her, but I figured I was going to have to tell her at some stage. Shes gone away for the weekend, so Ill talk to her again when she comes back, if she wants to talk to me about it. You think it would be the other way around but whoever I tell, they seem to want (and need) to talk about it more than I do. Im just glad she seems cool about it. But I still think I should have waited a bit longer.