Eileen, you dirty little bitch!

To my delight I won two tickets to Glitz on Tues night, for a "shorts n shades" pary, although there was little present of either. The place looked the exact same as it always does, even though they claimed it was going to be decked out especially. Well, unless you called a couple of paper suns and a rainbow flag banner decked out. I brought the boyf along. We bumped into a few of his friends, which was nice, including his last ex. And I mean, the ex. The one he is still friends with. The one I was nervous about meeting, but he seemed nice enough. I'm doing my best to not care about the fact he's still friends with him, and in fact I don't really care, although saying that makes it sound like I do care. But I really don't. Which is weird for me, because I'm usually way over-analytical and neurotic about these sort of things, as most people know. I am settling into the whole idea of being in a relationship with someone...i.e. realising that it's not all about the sex, and I'm doing my best to just go with the flow. It seems to be working so far.

Went to see Beautiful Thing in Andrews Lane on Wed night. It was on in the teeniest tiniest theatre I have ever been in. Talk about intimate - the cast were practically sitting on the audience's faces. It was very good and got me thinking about how The Closet Years ^tm were for me growing up, and how much better life's been since.

I had a decent straight night out last night, for Sad Peter Pan's birthday, in Doyles of all places. I am much more self-conscious now dancing in a straight pub, prob due to my developing gayness, and also due to the fact that straight people can't really dance. The whole jittering about is fine....fine if your at a wedding dancing to fucking Come On Eileen, a song which apparantly has a sexual meaning behind it. I don't think I need to explain that one.