The bulk of the chaos is over. Furniture is set up, radios are plugged in. There’s vodka in the freezer. May 2013 may be the month I look back on years from now and say to myself, “what the f$%! was I thinking?”
So I’m 75% unpacked, and thanks to some of my gals at work, I will be selling a bunch of stuff next weekend down in Ole Draper Town. Once I have the address, I’ll be sure to pass it along so that you too can have a slice of my hoarding history. Think things you would never think I would have a hankering to buy. Like wall lighting. A photo printer. Shower hooks. Because these weird items share space with my holiday things, the cabinets above my laundry room look like a Christmas warehouse outlet.
Work has been challenging in terms of trying to juggle life and moving, but I survived it by the skin of my teeth. Big G has been awesome, and the visit with the folks was good (and boozy). How two adults consume four bottles of wine on average per day each boggles the mind. I’m even toying with the notion of driving up to Bozeman this summer for a long weekend just to say to people that I was in Montana this summer. Makes me feel rugged.
Of course, the biggest news will come after PRIDE this weekend, where I will hit the sauce in the morning, stagger to the parade with my inappropriate friends, and gawk at a group of my peers who will confirm every stereotype about gay men that you can shake a stick at.
I will do my best to try to build some camaraderie with my queer brothers and sisters this weekend. The fact that they are confident enough in their bodies that they are willing to literally walk down the center of town in a pair of briefs I could use as a ponytail holder is impressive. And who knows, the last time I went out to a bar I ended up making out with someone to ring in 2013. If I’m lucky, May will leave with a whimper while June starts with a bang!
Ewww, not that. Don’t be crude.