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.

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!

Sweat-box Cinema

Twas a fun-filled weekend indeed! Something that I badly needed after an over-worked week in college.

Friday night went swiftly enough, aided by a rancid bottle of red wine drank hastily in a friend's apartment before hand. Then onto Hogan's, which was kind of shite. So myself Dee & Ruth made a quick departure to the G. The music was surprisingly crap. Unless you're e'd off your tits, how can you enjoy that whole techno 'unst-unst' vibe? Me, being a little tipsy, made some failed drunken advances on some random guys on the dancefloor - advances consisting of me dancing up beside them and hoping that my body-popping moves caught their attention. We didn't stay for long and headed home early in a taxi.

I was in the Village on Sat night for a joint birthday-type-celebration. I'm not a huge fan of the place, mainly due to the fact they have never heard of air-conditioning and any time I've been there the dj has played the same hour-long set, repeatedly until closing. And that fuckin' projector! What fun it is to be blinded most of the night! Who the hell wants to watch Cool Hand Luke with the sound off anyway!? I have to say though, that I did have a good time. Mainly just because everybody was out and I got to talk to people I hadn't seen in ages. Im telling you, everywhere is getting gayer by the week, which is fantastic! I mean the place was screaming with them (well metrosexuals at least)! Maybe its just my gaydar is finally clearing out all that static that has been hampering its use for so long.

A Posh Night Out

I went out last night with the postgrads from college. It was a joint-birthday-type-celebration-drinks thing. We went to Kehoe's first. I have never been in a pub before where I have been afraid that at any given moment the floor could give away and we could all plummet to our miserable end. But I was last night. Speak about being traditional, this pub is basically prehistoric. I mean it had a carpet in it for fuck's sake! Although, it did give it a kind of charm. No, I take it back. In reality, its a dump. Thank god it wasn't too packed, because there would have been a severe danger of suffocation - the tiny little windows barely provided enough air as it was! I was relieved enough that we were leaving, but when I heard we were heading to Renards I was even more delighted. One of the guys who was out is an accountant or something so he got us in for free. It wasn't nearly as posh as I expected or hoped. More of a packed sweat-box. The music was great, tiny dancefloor and plenty of ignorant bitches who think that just cause they have some money they can dance on the couches in their stilettos. There were lots of nice looking men in suits though ;) It would be much better with less people.

I'm beginning to dislike straight pubs and clubs more and more. Or maybe its just drunk straight people in straight pubs and clubs.

23

I turned the ripe old age of 23 over the weekend, on Saturday to be exact. For the celebrations we went to the Flounge where high jinx was had by all. I was really pleased with the turn out - I think there were roughly 20 of us there altogether. God, it's fabulous being so popular! The most bizarre turn of events for the evening goes to the moment when my parents, yes you heard it right, my parents show up in the flounge for a drink. That's not to say I'm not appreciative of the effort they're going to to try and be comfortable with the whole situation, but if your parents decided to show up at whatever pub/club you were out in with your friends, trying to get duly hammered, would it not be a tad 'uncomfortable'? It was sweet of them though.

23. It's a bit of a crappy age. It doesn't have the excitement of 21, or even 22, or the foreboding of 24. I feel so old. I'm not ready to be old.

Lunch Lady Bitch-Face

I went and got two sandwiches for my lunch today in the Spar in college. So, I go up to the counter and tell the lovely lady that I would like two white-bread sandwiches please.

"Butter?".
"No thanks - just some mayonnaise"
"So what would you like on them?"
"Well, I'll have the same on both...I.."
"Why?"
"Pardon?"
"Why do you want the same on both? You know you don't have to have the same"

Well, duh! Excuse me, bitch, what's it to you? I'll have my sandwiches whatever way I please!

What kind of question is that to ask anyone anyway?

Mixed Messages

If someone you've been seeing says something to you, along the lines of :

"I'm not really ready to get into a relationship at the moment, because there's just too much going on for me. Because of that, you can't expect me to text you everyday or to be able to meet you every week. But I really like you, sexually not platonically, and I would like to keep dating you. But I might decide one day that I don't want to see you anymore."

How do you take it? I don't think you could get many more mixed messages into a single statement.