So Jenni is in town and rocking my world. Tonight, she got all dressed up to go to the theatre banquet with me. We were so hot. Loved it. We drank a lot. Then we went and played in the fountain with Pussy Club "O" Chapter. Got some great pics of me with my hand groping a statue of Joseph Baldwin. He is really scary up close and in the dark. The whole night has been kinda one big fit of me being an asshole.
I did get some action this weekend though. It took a lot of patient waiting and worrying, but it finally happened. I stayed at the party til close, had already put Jenni to sleep in my bed, and waited. So finally the last person leaves and we turn out the lights. It was great until the sun came up. Then I started thinking (sobering up) that my parents would be taking me shopping in 4 hours. So I walk home in the beautiful early morning that I never see, smoking a cigarette in bliss. I crawl into bed with Jenni and curl up into a wonderful friendly ball. Only for 4 hours when my mother calls and tells me to get ready to go shopping.
My play was this weekend. Who missed it? Y'all missed it. Cept Jenni, Karla, and some other people that I'm not sure if they actually read the blog. The play went great but at the very end, a cross appeared in lights on the cyc behind the actors. This was not supposed to happen. Everyone came up to me after the show and told me that they really liked my religious undertones and that I really should impose "my" religion upon everyone like that in all my plays. I almost died. Almost died. So other than that, I loved my play and my actors were wonderful. Someone actually repeated lines that they found funny. The laughter was what really made me laugh. It was great hearing people laugh. I have successfully not cried at all this weekend. I have teared up and gotten really sad. I'm kinda sad now. That will all change when I, again, crawl into bed with my Jenni. I loves her.
Not only is the Bitch out of my life, but we are no longer talking. Not at all. He has called and I passed my phone off to various people. He told me before my play that he wouldn't be coming because he wasn't really feeling that well and didn't feel like it. This is unacceptable. He knew for months that the play was coming and kept avoiding my calls until right before. I knew what he was doing too. I can see through these shenanigans. I also am no longer talking to one of my former best friends from high school. She had no excuse and promised me she would see it. We have been on the outs for quite a while anyway. So now we are definitely out. Definitely. Can you tell that I hold grudges? Some things are acceptable from some people. Some people I hold less demand upon. Some people I really could care less about. These are the stages of people. I also love some people. Like my grandmother. And my wife and my Jenni.
Anyway, too drunk to keep rambling. Night night.