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Interesting weekend. Friday I went

Interesting weekend.

Friday I went to Matt & Annette's for dinner, which was fun as always. They are two of the people I'm *really* going to miss when I move (note: when not if). Anyway, we had kabobs and pear cider and hung out with two of their friends and their beautiful baby, John. It was a great Fall night: clear sky, cool breeze. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

Saturday I slept until 12:30 which I realize is completely obscene, but I was sleepy. Mopsa called and woke me up, wanted to talk about the plan for going out on the town that evening with an ex-girlfriend and her new husband who were visiting from out of town (see, I told you it got interesting!). We finalized our plan, then Tommy called to see if I wanted to go for a bike ride. He came over and we biked over to the Cedar Lake Trail and the Midtown Greenway (which I hadn't been on yet) and took it down to the Rainbow for lunch. After lunch we walked around and checked out all the Asian markets, super mercados and dollar stores. Biked home and then ran some errands, including the following:

Meghan enters shoe repair shop, whose door is propped open to the street. Door buzzer dings to indicate entrance of customer. Ambigiously gay duo behind counter make no note of this event.
Meghan: Hi.
Gay Shoemaker #1: Hi, there. We're closed, but can I answer any questions for you?
Meghan: I just need to drop off a pair of shoes for repair. Should I come back another time?
Gay Shoemaker #1: Well, here I'll take them and put them over here and then you can give us a call Monday when we're open again and we'll write up your ticket. You have to pay in advance so I may need to get a credit card over the phone.
Gay Shoemaker #2: *doe-eyed stare*
Meghan: Fine, thanks. (Meanwhile, inside my head I'm screaming: How much trouble would it really be to just take care of me right now. Come on! And if you're closed, then shut your goddamn door or put a sign up that says "Closed" for pete's sake!)

I almost didn't want to go out, because my allergies started acting up (*sniff*), but Nancy bribed me with the promise that she'd come pick me up AND bring Extra Strength Tylenol Allergy pills along with her. Met her ex (who looks just like this, NO LIE):

The ex and her husband were very nice; he was super cute and wearing an old Ozzy Osbourne t-shirt with a blazer. Love it. Hung out at Boom for a bit, played with the bartenders (made me yearn for my fag hag glory days) then went to the '90s to check out the drag show (seems like a good thing to show out-of-towners). When the party shut down at 1:00 (since WHEN does the '90s not stay open late for dancing, by the way?!) we walked across the street to New York Pizza. Nothing is better than that damn pizza at bartime. The rest of the kids wanted to go to a strip club, but they always make me depressed. So, I hugged everyone goodbye and stood around on Hennepin trying to catch a cab (fat chance at 1am on a Saturday). A cab pulled up with two college guys in it. They looked. I raised a brow. They nodded. I got in.

The cab dropped them off at a house party near the U, then took me to an apartment in Uptown where I was supposed to meet Grant. He wasn't there when I got there, but showed up out of breath moments later with three other guys that had all sprinted from a party a couple of blocks away. I think Grant told them I was hanging out with lesbians that night, and they wanted to get there fast so as not to miss the part of the night where girls kiss each other. Alas, it was just me.

Went back to the party with the boys, which was pretty fun. There was a cool girl there whom I hung out with and danced and stuff; some of the boys were strangely attracted to me. Partly flattering, partly creepy. While we were all talking Grant told them about this joke we used to have when we were roommates. I have this thing with the small of my back, I get like goosebumps if a boy puts his hand there. So, Grant used to joke that if he wanted something from me, all he'd have to do is put his hand there and I'd short circuit. Which was cute and funny and an inside joke. Well, these dork ass guys hear the story and all night they keep putting their hands on my back, in some alien flirtatous gesture. Which did not work and started to bug me.

By 4:30, I was dragging. The boys went to Embers; I stayed in the cab and took it wee wee wee all the way home. In bed by 6am. Not bad! As a side note, my cab driver was from Somalia and was very talkative. I was really interested in talking to him, but between his accent and my inebriated state the conversation was very comical. I do remember him emphasizing to me that he didn't want to have sex with guys (after hearing I had been at the '90s).

Now, I have to go do laundry and bake a cake for Becca. Her birthday is Thursday, so tonight's Sunday dinner at my parents will be her birthday dinner. Friday we're all going out for sushi while her best friend Annie is in town, then Saturday there's a big Bryant Avenue bash at their place. Another crazy weekend on the horizon and this one isn't even over yet.