The neighbor's birthday party was fun last night ... once I got there.
I left my apartment on time(ish). Txt'ed Robert to tell him I was on my way. I got to the metro station and realized I had 1) forgotten my wallet and 2) forgotten the address of the party. Oops.
I walked back home, and the rain started. Gah. Fortunately, I had my umbrella. Unfortunately, about a block from my house, there was a *snap* and the umbrella collapsed. Gah.
I found my wallet. Isabella had been using it as a cat toy. It was under the sofa. I took the bus to the station. I was only about 45 minutes late to meet Robert at Jandara in Woodley Park for yummy Thai food - crispy green beans, green curry, Singha. Yum.
After dinner, we walked a few blocks to the party. It was fun. The people were friendly. At one point, someone across the room said, "Excuses are like assholes."
I thought, "Everyone wants to fuck them?"
Only after a guy turned around to stare did I realize ... I must have said that outloud. Oops.
We left the party around 11. I called Darryl and Mike, but both of those ki'ens were headed home. Dang. So Robert and I parted ways - he to his apartment, I to the metro station.
I got home around midnight:30-ish, I think. Not tired, I logged on to gay.com. Had a nice conversation with this guy with whom I've chatted previously. The other thing I noticed - Sunday Date guy was online, until I logged in. Then, he disappeared. Same thing with John.
It could be chance. They were planning to log off when I logged in. Or did they see me and log off? Makes me wonder. What kind of impression am I giving? Do I seem like the kind of person who is going to accost someone in a chat room? Puh-leeze. I have better things to do with my time. More than likely, they happened to log off soon after I logged in. At least, that's what I like to think. Better than it being something I said/did.
Rainy Sunday Blues. I'm going to veg on the sofa all day, watching movies and knitting.
Could my life be anymore exciting?