queena

Wierd weekend.
Went out to Evolution with Sara on Saturday. Met two cute boys, and flirted viciously with both. Turns out they're roommates. Was invited back to their place by the charming quebecois one. Sara came with me, and the rest of the nite felt like a double date. Except that no one knew whose date was whose.

It got even worse when they found out Sara is gay. And that the non-quebecois boy works with a good friend of mine, next door to the Entertainer where I'll be working this summer.


Finally, I ended up leaving my phone number on the coffee table, between the two boys. Stoned at 4 am, there was little else I could think of doing.


Ridiculous nite that made me feel like part of a bad sitcom.
If only a threesome would have been a welcome suggestion.

Wierd nite was punctuated by me getting a migraine. I was too sick to work and slept through most of Sunday.
One of the boys called while I was sleeping, but didn't leave his number.

Today my head feels mushy - but listening to Sinatra records and drinking coffee have revived me.

Hope someone was able to make that out; convoluted tales of the weekend usually seem to escape my narratives.

Happy Monday.