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left work early to hang out with my big, strong italian papi. geezus, i'm always so bowlegged after we spend a few hours together. met up with domenic, toby, alec, and the rest of the peanut gallery at recess at greenwich and spring for booze and an upsetting mouse sighting. dinner at that bistro on spring and thompson, more wine, then a friend-of-a-colleague's birthday bash at fun.
somehow, someway, even though fun is under the manhattan bridge and in the irregular bowels of chinatown, it was overrun with wall streeties. considering that we still had our laptops with us, i guess we weren't much better. chatted with this girl i work with but don't know so well. she's black and british and stunning, and she told me about her fuck buddy, this other british guy who married an american girl for the green card (unbeknownst to her) and is cheating on her with my friend (also unbeknowst to her). balls all around.
fun itself is an interesting venue, though, in that random vignette-from-a-gregg-araki-movie-meets-the nightmare-heroin-junkie-investment-banker-crowd-from-the-dildo-scene-in-requiem-for-a-dream. except not traumatizing like that movie was.
i really hated that movie, by the way.
got home, got online, met nice, drunk filmmaker with great hairy pecs, drank some more with him, had sex, gave him some tips on using microsoft word (i am such a fucking dork), and went to bed, circa 4am.
it's not even really saturday yet, and already there's a used condom and three half-empty cans of budweiser on my bedside table. whatta way to kick off the weekend.
posted November 03, 2000 in delivery, sex.