dante woo / omegabet \ prince edward island

i've been waiting for the last eight months to get to the letter "p" so i can title it "prince edward island" and write something neat about it. unfortunately, i have never been to this no-doubt charming locale, and the spirit has moved me creatively in other directions anywho, so i guess i will cravenly waste this page and proceed.

i've been hungry for interaction but unable to get my ass out of the house all day and night saturday. a good bit of that, i hope, is from being jetlagged. just returned from vacation/family reunion in hawaii, six hours time difference from new york. new york city, that is, as i kept having to retread when aunts and uncles and cousins asked me where i lived. "new york." "oh, what city?" "new york. er, new york city."

so i'm sleepy at weird hours, wake myself up on the couch with my snoring, and wide awake now at 3:00am. went out last night, which didn't go so well. went to yucky bar filled with horrible straight white people, with assorted fobby asians and one black waiter. then went to chad's birthday party, where jesse and i keekee'd the night away. sending out lots of e-mails, calling people, talking online ... i wonder what's up with me. sunday night i went out again (??) and hit escuelita for the first time since my infamous vomit incident there in march. we danced, watched an extensive drag and runway and strip show, and i managed to gracefully handle running into a guy that i'm recently not really seeing anymore.

how was hawaii, you ask? it was cool. literally, cooler than new york, er, new york city, in july/august. my mom was cheered by the references to her family as the "good-looking ones," and my dad told me that he was proud of me, which was also cool. i haven't been back to my mom's home state since i was a very-closeted seventeen, so this was the first time that i went out and saw the wildlife. it made me realize just what a big pond nyc is, and i had forgotten how much i love those beefy, brown, half-nekkid hawaiian boys. the rest of my adventure i won't delve into, because it involves one of my gentle readers, and i don't wanna cramp his style till he okays it. not that it seemed to cramp his style to fuck like bunnies next door to his parents sleeping ... shoot, there i go again.

i thought i hated rock, but i suppose i don't. i've been listening to the following things lately, all of which have come and gone without me noticing. i'm late.

earth, wind, & fire
cocteau twins
lenny kravitz
no doubt
bee gees

it's interesting how listening to a spaced-out tune by the cocteau twins seeps into my view on my life more than, say, watching ally mcbeal and identifying with the worries about singlehood, love, friendship, and getting on with life. the former makes itself part of me, while the latter just presents itself for reflection.