A Good Weekend

[A weekend spent partying and recovering. I finally got to spend some quality time with Sean Friday night, for the first time in months. Except for Pete, Sean's my gay friend of longest standing (I can't think of a less awkward way to write that. Can somebody help me here?). We were roommates in Santa Barbara in the early '90's, and again from '98 thru July of last year. Since he moved out to Sunset district, and started dating a fantastic new guy early last month, I've been seeing little of him, and I've been missing the absolutely effortless camaraderie he and I have always shared. Friday, John, he and I met at our apartment, and we went out to a couple of bars, chatting, drinking and catching up. Just what I needed.]

[Saturday was John's company's belated holiday party. John just joined this firm in early December, and they already had him planning this party for 70-plus employees. In previous years, they've gone the formal dinner route, but they've grown so much in the past year (one of the few dot-coms whose funding isn't in jeopardy, apparently) that a cocktail party with nibblies seemed more appropriate. John arranged the setting (Backflip, one of San Francisco's trendier nightclubs), the music (a homemade, four-hour compilation of party music from 60's Motown thru 2000 dance remixes), the help (me), and the party favors, and let the crowd do the rest. John, being John, stressed horribly up thru the first hour of the party, but a few cocktails and the obvious fun everyone was having eased his mind considerably. He got a big round of applause when the company president thanked him during the usual speech. I so proud of my baby.]

[We relaxed yesterday. Oh, a matinee of The Gift happened at some point, but mostly it was chillin' in front of the tube with a pizza, switching back and forth between the Golden Globes, Fox's Sunday night line-up, and the "Grease" Behind the Music. Ah, domestic turpitude.]

[Almost (almost!) makes me pine for those first throes of love. Luckily, I can read about that elsewhere. Get thee to Slutboy now. You won't be sorry.]

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