12:29 p.m. - 2004-07-05
good times on the island
Wow. The baby jesus was smiling on me yesterday...I remember thinking, as I got on the Vashon ferry, that I had not had a remotely sober fourth in the last two years. And by 'not remotely sober,' I mean, 'damn, I'm too fucking tanked to even look up...ooh, chips!'
Last night, however, I managed to straddle the fences. Mr. Savage's boyfriend, who is gorgeous put himself in charge of an enthusiastic firework display, even when their kid cried and said he hated fireworks (flashback to my childhood).
Savage's house was unreal, not to mention startlingly well-stocked. He was a great host, and I finally got to introduce myself to him and chat. Hopefully, I did not make an ass of myself, but who really knows?
My evening starting a bit awkwardly, but four or five beers in, I felt far more mingly. I went from wandering the grounds by myself, abusing my cellphone and smoking to...smoking a big fat bowl with a girl who works at City Hall and a couple other Strangers...we had a fantastic time and I can FINALLY start worrying about not passing a drug test again. Yay!
Speaking of drug tests (and senseless transitions), I finally got to meet the man behind Last Days! It was very exciting, especially since I made reference to blowing him in my cover letter...oops! Haha, hopefully he didn't hear about it. Um.
Speaking of which....I'm trying to find a subtle way to ask one of my Stranger allies what the policy on office hooking up is...I was making some inarguably lusty eyes at a higher-up that will remain nameless. I haven't named him in this entry at all, so you can rule those gents out (they are quite ineligible, anyway). Seriously, I'm not even trying to screw my way into a promotion or anything. I just want to get my sex on, and he is pretty fucking cute. We were sitting across from each other on the ferry, shared one of those 'caught you looking, you sexy bastard' smiles that make me go wild....yay. We'll see (Editor's Note: It's possible I was drunk and so was he and that was that...I do tend towards jumping all over my own half-baked conclusions).
It certainly would be wrong of me....
Ew, as you can see, I'm not even making an effort to be coherent today. Also, important to note: I hate the fifth of July, it's always nasty and smoky and disgusting. Today is no exception.
