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.

Scorcho

So Im here at this conference in Barcelona and I have never been so hot in my entire life. For the past three days its been 29 degrees in the shade, and with the unbelievably high humidity I think I've already sweated out a couple of people's weight! I think my body is starting to climatise - all I can say is thank God for air-conditioning. Have to say, 'tis a beautiful city, with lots, and I mean lots of beautiful Spanish boys walking around in very suggestive clothing - well my mind fills with many suggestions ;) Don't know if I'm going to be able to stick in though for the 10 days. I can feel myself already getting slightly bored, but that's maybe because all we've done is gotten up at 7 every morning (and I am not a morning person) to attend this bloody conference, that is on for another 3 days. At least tonight there's a banquet on, so might make a night of it and head out afterwards. Still want to check out the gay bars, but amn't sure if I'll get the oppertunity, esp since I'll have to go to them on my own. But I may find a way. I hope to meet up with a gay guy I made friends with while I was away on Erasmus in France next week, so hopefully I'll get to sample the scene then. Vamos!

Barcelona

Im off to Barcelona tomorrow morning, for 10 days. I'm going to a conference over there so its all paid for....ah the life of a postgrad is a good one! Staying in a hotel for the forst 6 nights, then a hostel for the last 4. I'm actually not as excited about it as I probably should be, but I'm going to make the most of it. Hopefully I'll be able to check out the scene over there - 'tis supposed to be a crazy one!
 
Anyway, as a result, my posts may be a bit irregular or non-existent for the next few days, just in case you get all panicky thinking "Oh my God, what's happened? Where is he gone? I simply cannot go on living without the witty observations of the one they call Grover!!", cause I will be back.

Pride t-Shirt

Just for an excuse to see if I can post a picture correctly...here's the tshirt design I wore at Pride '04.

Fabulous, isn't it?!
(Thanks to Mac and Sad Peter Pan for their input)

I'm Famous...Almost

So I was in the boyf appartment, flicking through the latest copy of Scene City magazine the other day, when, to my shock and amazment, I came across a page containing a description and address of this very blog! I mean way-to-go me! What started out as a passtime to fill the hours of boredom has actually turned into something of a publicity whore! I mean, I'm practically famous, well my blog is. Only problem is now I'm going to have to start writing some decent stuff rather than the usual crap (as contained in this very post). I'm going to be ever so more articulate, descriptive, eloquent even; displaying my flair for the english language and all its intricacies, including my extensive vocabulary......the fuck I am!

I suppose I must say a warm and moist "Hello!", complete with crooked wrist, to all you readers who have found me through the afformentioned article in Scene City magazine! I hope I haven't scared you too much anyway. Underneath all this neurosis I'm actually a nice guy :)

Happy Pride!

...just forgot to say it. Get out there everyone and be fabulous!

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.