The freakish carnival continues. I have spent the past few days bouncing from one social engagement to another. I do not think I have ever had more events packed into such a small span.
To begin: I am jaded. I went to see The Phantom of the Opera with a visiting out-of-town aunt. Piffle, is all I have to say. Plus, if you need to add reverb to the Phantom's voice via the mikes, chances are good that you need a new Phantom.
Brunching, as usual. And then two hours of Rollerbladey goodness. I swear, I could not have been more gay if I had tried. Shorts and a white tank top and rollerblades, satchel slung over my shoulder, zipping along the edge of Manhattan with my similarly-clad friends, occasionally taking a break to stand at the railing and look out over the water. I felt like the posterboy for some alterna-lifestyles cruise. And now today I am sore, sore, sore.
Coming home tired, wiped, worn out, knackered. So, naturally, it seems like a logical idea to meet up with CanadianBoy (the one from last Tuesday) to go to a drag show in the city at midnight. (I have to admit, I was intrigued by the concept of the show as much as I am with him -- a nice drag queen?? Amazingly, she proved to be exactly that.) I see chairs on the curb on the way to the subway, so I call home to report them -- and discover that ColoradoBoy (the one I met during my date with...what shall I call this one? BlondBoy?) had called in the intervening five minutes to see if I wanted to go out for a drink. As I already had plans, I declined, of course, but it seems that we will be dining together tonight, or possibly Wednesday.
And then the drag show, which was easily the most enjoyable one I have ever seen, mostly because I did not spend the entire time worried that I would be singled out for drag-queen-style abuse. Plus a thoroughly cartoony fellow that CanadianBoy and I talked to until almost 4 am. And then home and bed and up for work.
It is getting difficult to maintain this level of activity -- I did not have my usual weekend down-time, and am probably due for a crash any moment now. I am experimenting, however -- perhaps a kind of social "second wind" is coming my way. If it does not, I may have to invest in a stick, with which to beat off my various suitors. Um...perhaps that was not the most appropriate phrasing I could have chosen. Sorry..
And besides all of that, today is my two year anniversary in New York. Holy jumping Jesus in a sidecar.