I did actually write a huge blog on Friday while at work. It was actually one of the better blogs that I think i've constructed... but I didn't realise that blogs have a 'time out' on their passwords, and when I went to publish my epic later in the day, lost the entire thing when the password screen came back up. Annoyingly, it seems that when your blog requires this information, it doesn't buffer what you've just typed, and no amount of back keying was going to retrive everything I had typed. It was such a news worthy blog too, covering everything from my beefs with parking fines, Renee Geyer, a discussion on the advancements of internet technology and their relation to the entertainment industry, people sueing McDonalds for making them fat and all manner of la la that had interested me in that days news... perhaps i'll back track and post links in over the next few days but the thought of actually trying to recreate everything that I had just lost on Friday was totally inconceivable. It's the big one that got away, basically.
Normally, I would perhaps try to rewrite some of it today, had I not had such an eventful weekend to write about instead.
First and foremost point, my new housemate Andrew moved in on Saturday. I spent much of Saturday morning running around cleaning up, finally getting to the bathroom shelves that were long overdue for a clean, mostly thanks to a previous housemates dependence on David Jones fake tanning lotion. Andrew arrived in the afternoon, and after one quick visit, had left the majority of his stuff in the house. Poor Andrew has been working so hard lately, a 70 hour week last week, moving over the weekend, and even heading into work yesterday afternoon to try to lock in a major tour that he has been coordinating the travel for that is upcoming soon. All the same, i'm thrilled to have him in the house... I find him immediately likeable, very easy going, amazing sense of humour and has a rather infectious laugh. *snaps* for the new housemate (yes, my first reference to 'Legally Blonde 2').
Saturday night, as it is 'birthday season', I had another birthday to go to. This time, for the lovely Jodi. I was 'obliged' to go to Diva Bar (we all know i'm not the biggest fan of this place). I tend to find Diva Bar on a Saturday night overly noisey and crowded, and honestly, there is nothing worse than spending all night being pushed by drunken morons who spill their drink all over you while people shout casual conversation to you that I only make out about one in five words of and have to try to build a concept of their conversation from that. However, it was great to see Jodi having a good time for her birthday, fortunately away from any form of white board marker, and she did only mess up my hair once. That group really do need to learn that messing up people's hair is neither funny nor appreciated, especially amongst gay men.
On the same night, my exhousemate Matt was down from Sydney and so we went to The Market to catch up... I arrived, fixed up my hair, and grabbed a drink. It was one of those nights where a few faces from the past were floating around. I also noticed, not wanting to big note myself, that I was seemingly getting a few smiles from a few cute ones, and decided that, as much as I personally dislike having my weight go up to 76kg, it seems to agree with many others. I ran into Kieran at one stage during the night; he was in full drag, and we chatted at the washrooms just outside of the toilets upstairs. We were chatting away when this cute boy walked out of the toilets... our eyes met... smiled at each other... and then just stopped dead in our tracks and stared at each other... I mumbled some stupid question about whether or not he wanted to use the hand dryer that I was leaning against and he said it was okay, before a friend of his, noticing the instant rapport we had, came and 'saved him'.
I had been nagging Matt about wanting to dance all night, especially should 'How Did You Know' come on. After a while, I said that I was going to dance regardless, only to walk onto the dancefloor to be greeted immediately by the opening bars of 'How Did You Know'... *snaps* for timing... As Matt and I danced away, cute boy reappeared dancing closely beside us. Matt had clicked that something was going on at this stage and politely excused himself with a big of a nudge nudge, wink wink... until cute boys saviour arrived again, danced between us and ushered cute boy off the dancefloor, with cute boy looking back to see if I was watching (which I was...)
Later in the night, Matt and I were sitting down upstairs... cute boy arrived and started to dance in front of us, becoming increasingly obvious of his interest. Matt rolled his eyes and mumbled something about 'doing something about this and picking him up, for god sake', and went off to leave us alone. Unsure of exactly what to say to him, I decided the 'smoothest' move would be to just get up and dance with him, which I did... which worked... and before long, we were happily chatting away in polite and sophisticated conversation (ok, most of you know that this is a blatant lie but i'm keeping this all family oriented here...)
Cute boy (for now on known as Anthony) and I continued to chat some more, when I discovered (this is where the twists come in) that he had come from Perth, and had arrived in Melbourne about two years ago (sound familiar?) Spooky, I thought. Seems my life has been over run with Perth people of late, between Andrew, my friend DJ Kinky (who Andrew also knew) and now Anthony. SMS tag team occured between Andrew and I, as he wondered if he didn't already know Anthony, and I had to admit that I wondered the same thing.
Anyway, Sunday was filled with much tap fixing, disgruntled upstairs neighbours waiting for the water to be reconnected (I don't care since I suspect they stole my front door matt) and over sleeping, I went up to my parents for a late dinner for Fathers Day, and then headed back home. When I got home, it was quiz time from Andrew, especially to see if there was any possibility that he already knew Anthony...
"So, what's his name?"
"Anthony..."
"Oh no... (startled) What's his surname?"
"...why?"
"What does he do for a living?"
"He's a chef and dancer in music theatre..."
"(going coy) Ohhh.... I know him...."
"Oh, so you do know him!"
"Actually, I was seeing him last year..."
"Ok.... um... did it end amicable..."
"(screws up face) well.... kinda... I saw him at Winterdaze this year and we smiled at each other..."
Considering Anthony is meant to be coming over this week, I guess it is only fair that I perhaps let him in on this little discovery before then. He doesn't strike me as the type that would hold a grudge, and i'm beginning to suspect that, if anyone knows more people on the scene in Melbourne than me, it might be Andrew... or atleast he knows the remainder that i've yet to meet.
All up, I went to bed with a bit of a smile on my face last night. It feels like a period of change is coming through at the moment and I certainly welcome that. It seems like too many 'events' are falling into this past week and this week, and that this collective fortnight can be the start of my 'next phase' (fingers crossed). The whole 'FMR thing', as it is now known, is wrapped up on Thursday... Andrew moving in on the weekend... even meeting Anthony... all good signs that my life is about to take a new turn towards something... which is why I guess these blog things are useful for communicating that since i'm not likely to send out an email update to tell everyone that I met a boy. *snaps* for blogs....
