the weekend that wasn't

i was the last person on the ferry last night. i probably would have been the second-to-last if i hadn't been limping down the walkway.

there's not really a lot to say about my weekend on the island. it feels like i spent a lot time in the back seat of my mother's car. i saw my first drag show. i had my first toke in at least two years. i wore what i thought was a flattering and slightly daring new shirt which actually just made me look fatter than normal. i played a couple games of pool and flirted with a college boy who reminded me a lot of joe. i went to bed very early after somehow aggravating my six year-old knee injury. i made a lot of omelettes and caught someone's cold. now i'm home, bailing on a movie date, eating a fried egg & bacon sandwich, trying not to feel too sorry for myself and procrastinating getting started on my homework.

i did talk to someone new on the telephone, though. i was all nervous as i dialed their number, but was quickly put at ease. it's easy to feel more secure when you're not the one who was just woken up. oops!

did you miss me?