So, I made the long as hell drive to Connecticut. Jim spared me from driving after I made it to Pittsburg. I got to go to a queer theory class. Time to back to grad school. I completely enjoyed sitting in on a class that I had not done the reading for and just listening to the intelligent conversation. But I did not like Pittsburg that much. Kind of a weird city with bad streets.
I drove alone for several hours in my broken car. It really wasn't that bad though because the window will mostly roll up. I spent most of the time smoking and talking to MIKE anyway. I did get some major singing happening. If I hear Panic! at the Disco one more time though I think I might have to scream. There are few radio stations along the route and they all seem to really like that song. I tried to find other stations but always ended up having to come back to that song. Grrr.
Jim and I picked up a girl that knew a friend of a friend. She needed to be dropped off in New York City. So at 1 am, we are venturing into the giant metropolis and I enjoyed/hated it. Even that late at night, the traffic is still enough to give me a migraine. I thought I was going to squeeze the life out of the stress ball I found in the car. People are maniacs in the city when it comes to going places. I will so not ever drive there. I might have also just been running low on nicotine by the time this happened.
I am so on vacation. The makeup store called and asked if I was able to come in last night. Sorry, I'm in Pennsylvania. That felt so great to say. I am also going to be soooo broke when I get back.
Showtunes on Tuesday really racked up in alcohol. I had the largest tab ever. Mind you, I was buying drinks for MIKE and Jenni and Kelli, so I guess that my personal consumption (although up) was not the only reason.
About Tuesday. MIKE took me out to dinner at Moxy. Amazing food. High prices. He paid. I enjoyed. But about half way through the meal (right between lobster pot stickers and tuna), MIKE brought up the fact that he might have said that he was going out with his boyfriend. His "boyfriend". We had discussed the fact that we were dating, but not the whole boyfriend status. I told him that this was not pre-entree talk. In a very joking matter of course. But, long story short, we are officially boyfriends and he misses me very much while I am in Connecticut. Things are going well back home. Lets see how things go in Connecticut.
Time for lunch. Yeah its late but I'm hungry. Food needs to happen.