New Year’s Eve Weekend in Retrospection

Wednesday, January 4th, 2006 | faggy tendencies

The craziness of the past weekend is behind me now, and all I want to do nowadays is to forget it ever happened. I make sure the doors are locked everytime someone leaves or enters the house, the smallest strange sounds make me paranoid, and I look around everytime I leave my house.

Such is the aftermath for a already paranoid person.

But he weekend has its own positives. The dinner party was a success, and I managed to add two more people to the list with no problem. Except for the zucchinni and mushrooms that were put in the oven for too long, the pasta salad, roasted chicken thigh drumsticks, and the roasted potatoes were a hit. The Princess served the champagne, since I served the thai tea with milk. I was happy having Joey, Michael and Tony over.

After dessert was served, the fags and I (Minus the Princess and Joey) went to Blake’s to ring in the New Year. It was packed, but not as bad as WetBar, where the line went around the block. After the clock chimed, I made out with Ray as someone stuck a tiara on my head.

I took a cab home, where I made sure all doors were locked and I turned on the music in the kitchen as I stayed up online. I gladly retired to bed by early morning.

All I have say is, those gaysians from Friday night had better not show their faces in Atlanta Gay life again, because all I need to do is go to the heretic on Saturday night, find them, and sit on them till the police come.

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