My Saturday Night fades to Tuesday

1:11am
Home. It's this bedroom Irvine; this pillow I rest against. The room smells different. I changed the wall plug-in before going on my date and I've returned to the scent not quite knowing if I like it yet. It's pleasant and clean but it's different from what I'm used to.

Dating. Different than what I'm used to. This mixing of people in my life is not safe or easy to predict the outcome. It's risky. I might love someone again. I might hurt them. They might scar me. I might be happy. They might make that certain sound one makes while being held--a sigh that puts a smile on my face. Sometimes I look into their eyes and I melt away walls and borders. Most of the time I see through them. In true Jeremy form, I broke all the "rules" that I set in my head during this evening with Jeff. We talked about ex's; we went to a movie. Haha. In true Jeremy form... I just went with what I was feeling and not what I was thinking. I'm glad that I did and I'll be glad to do it again sometime soon.

LA Gay Pride Festival was this last weekend. I have vague recollections and flashes of Saturday. Sunday is much clearer. I deprived myself of so much sleep while polluting my body with libations with little nutritional components. I've decided that Jaeger is my memory loss trigger. I spent much of the weekend with Jeremy Irvine and his roommate, Brian. Cardwell was with me on Saturday. I never actually went into the festival itself.

I'm tired... trying to recount all of the funnies of the weekend I'm losing myself in thought. My "recollations" aren't so great. Popov (pop-off) isn't just a vodka.

Sade. I might just smile.