First things first: This Chicago-alter-ego thing gets stranger by the day. Now we even have the same hair-bleaching schedule. Plus we both took German in high school. The list of similarities grows ever longer.
Now then. Our hero had just returned home on Saturday night, after yet another battle against a nefarious locking device. A friend-birthday celebration immediately follows. Another attendee: Tallboy. Hero and Tallboy have a slightly convoluted history -- after a series of several dates in late 2001, Tallboy divulges that he's recently tested positive for HIV. Hero decides that he doesn't want to date someone in that situation; the decision leaves him feeling vaguely like a monumental asshole. However, every time Hero and Tallboy see each other, they end up making out in a corner somewhere, and Hero goes home feeling worse and worse about the situation.
True to form, this weekend poses no exception to the standard Hero-Tallboy interaction. Much kissing occurs, which is then regretted by Hero immediately afterward. He does not want to lead Tallboy on, but he finds it very difficult to break off affection, as neither party has done anything to make the other angry, and therefore the standard post-breakup emotions are difficult to summon.
Our hero then spends all of Sunday curled up on the Klaus watching movies and ignoring the world at large. (This is incredibly easy when one has no cable TV, no telephone, and no internet access.)
And thus ends the Weekend Saga. Sigh.