pump up the jam
well, hedonism II is officially over. unlike last year's hedonism 2004, this is one is not-so-well documented, and that's probably a good thing. night one is here. this year was totally unexpected yet it came together spectacularly! i am surprisingly well-rested and running on a decent level of serotonin. funny, that.

friday featured weights with christopher and a cookout for four at brad and joel's. four turned into twenty and the night was spent drinking j. lohr and gazing at the downtown skyline. grilled chicken on spinach salad with a simple vinaigrette was the perfect meal.

i was in full Saturday Mode and kicked it at the gym and managed to get the entire house pressure washed. what a pain in the ass that was. my neighbor, the garden editor, invited me over for cocktails and yard-humiliation. geez, could his 1/4 acre be more beautiful!? but my little plot has full sun and i can grow agapanthus and herbs, which he cannot. so there. i made my way to beverly and hung with todd and brad, et al. we ventured on to the heretic for a spin. the crowd was one of everything, including eden, the overweight hand clapper. neat. the music was marginally fun and we lasted till about 2:30. i opted for bed and the rest went on for afterhours, which of course was The Best Ever.

sunday i awoke to a gentle, steady, dripping rain. i read the paper on the porch, ate bacon and eggs and took gus for his long, sunday walk. i straightened the house, ran an errand or two, made self-love and read for an hour or so till klyph and steve arrived. we drank on the porch and danced and waited for eriK to arrive. somehow the pat benatar cd was found and we each proceeded to do our favorite pat song, as sung by cher. good times. it continued to rain but we made our way to shout anyway. it was a ghost town but fun nonetheless. they should have called it the "we love dj jt hour." i flirted shamelessly with a cute attorney with big hands and a couple of others from my past. we thought it wise to go from there to blake's. it was off the hook, all the gays seeking shelter from the rain. kelli entertained the varsity gays and i drooled over a certain attached boy who shall remain nameless. i harassed the aforementioned attorney and then we were back at my house, pat benatar blaring. it all becomes a somewhat of a blur at this point...i recall being the designated driver to the abbey (all of three blocks) and i recall paying a ridiculous amount of money to get in. one would think for that money they'd use an stamping ink that washes off...we were unexpected so our arrival on the dance floor was met with stares of wonder and disbelief, they being significantly "happier" than we. the rest of the night was like old times, everyone in a great mood, decent music, lots of socializing, lots of dance floor antics.

and monday. ah, rainy days and mondays....thank the budha for jeffrey and his cook-out. anthony and kelli spent the day making and cooking racks of ribs. the 10 or so of us lounged on the covered porch, drinking beer and rehashing the weekend. the laughter was easy. the deej entertained with his imitations of everyone's dance style and i did my new stevie nicks-in-shrouds-of-chiffon move. it was a gorgeous afternoon, despite the rain. i was in bed by 8 and slept fitfully.

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