The Weekend I Hardly Slept, Part 2

Man, oh man. And the hangovers just don't stop.

Thank God that Macker picked me up and drove me to meet up with ErgoGirl and friends. I was so exhausted that I would have totally bailed if it weren't for him. It would have been bad too because I only get to see ErgoGirl and pals once a month.

I gotta say now that I really appreciate Macker a lot. Not just for the rides, but also because he's really good to me, and I really don't deserve it. I haven't anything to offer him, except my thanks and my friendship. I just know that he goes above and beyond the call of duty as a friend. He's just one of those really stand-up kind of guys. FYI ladies, he's single! Let me know if you're looking for one of the good ones. Anyway, I digress.

Went to a place I've heard about from co-workers called "Laide Lounge". They are known for their amazing tapas, kickass martinis, and sensual designer environs. And, if you're feeling frisky there is turn-of-the-century porn projected on the walls, nudes in plaster, and a stripper's pole available. Don't ask me how I know but, if you do a dance on the pole, they'll give you a free shot.

I highly enjoyed their Marsala Short Rib Ravioli with Cremini Mushrooms. I sampled two of their martinis, the Laide House Special, the "Threesome", and a pineapply concoction called "Wild Weekend". Both were outstanding, and the former extremely gorgeous to look at since it was a triple layered drink.

Around 11pm, we headed on over to another "Afterlife". Again, that place was empty. They didn't open up the dance floor until midnight. And the club was like 80% women too. Not that I'm complaining. Even though I really enjoying dancing and hanging out with my friends listening to awesome music, a part of me is always saddened by the fact that I'm in a club where everyone is straight. It's like window shopping for a shopaholic. Look, but don't touch. Well, I could touch, but I'm sure I'd get myself into trouble there.

One of my guy friends, brought around his new girlfriend. Damn, she was hot. I mean really hot. Hotter than Georgia asphalt. And, boy could she move. I hated that she kept dancing around me a lot. Lucky bastard.

Around 1am, another late night/early morning booty call from FoxyLady. Again we watched the sunrise together. Again I finally made it home at 6am. I really should stop doing that. Chant: Balance, balance, balance Reese.

I slept until 1pm trying to shake this crappy feeling. I was so exhausted and hungover that I didn't go to church with my family for our weekly quality time session. I felt rather guilty. I mean, I only go because it's something that makes them happy, so I figured resting is more important than paying lip-service. Anyhow, my folks are extremely disappointed. Probably not as disappointed in me as when I told them I was gay, but disappointed nonetheless. Funny how I can always use that as "my bar" for letting my folks down.

Now I must go and actually get some personal shit done like laundry, and reading mail before I venture out for a meeting with AlternaDate#2. More later.