Settling back into routine
I went to see Brokeback Mountain with Jerry and was shocked to see the crowd there. It was playing only in the art cinemas and not the usual ones. This turned out to be quite awesome for me since the art theatre is really quite close to my place. I had gone about half hour early and managed to get the last two tickets to the showing and there was already a queue that was snaking its way out of the theatre. The great thing about the queue was that it had so many gay folks that I was just happy to be standing and looking at all the well dressed folks and pick up on a few things I wanted to buy myself. The movie itself was quite alright. I was afraid that it might be a bit too depressing but it really wasn’t. In fact I was reminded of the times that I was making out with my guy CG in college and how awesome it felt to be doing something that was so forbidden. It’s a thrill.
I have been doing the usual clean up after a trip. I normally always have stuff thrown all over the floor when I get back from a trip. So I finally finished washing all my clothes and ironing them. Now I just have to file all my bills, cook something for the next week and vacuum the house and I will be set back to my routine.
I don’t really feel like going to the club this Friday because I am afraid that TheFire will be there. Avoidance I feel is really the easiest thing for now so we won’t have to talk about it. But if I don’t go, he will know that I didn’t go because of him.
I am having dinner tonight with some friends to celebrate my birthday. I was thinking about what my favorite restaurant was and I really couldn’t point my finger to one. I thought about the Thai, Indian, Nepali and Afghan restaurants but I am not sure that I want to eat anything particular. The most appetizing food right now seems like bread and fish curry at home. This might have something to do with the rich oily foods that I have been eating this whole week in Hawaii. My food preferences always change based on my mood and what I had to eat in the last week to eat.
I called Jana up to tell her yesterday that I wasn’t feeling like going out on Thursday night. I had told her in the dance class last week that I was going to be calling her on Thursday night so we could go salsa dancing. She wanted to go out drinking and I had said that I would pick her up. We both like to get drunk together sometimes and so I had told her that I would pick her up so that she could get drunk.
I really should go to the gym and start running again. I think this week, I have done very little exercise and hope that going to the gym and running might actually improve my mood. It normally does. Eating heavy Indian or Chinese food always depresses me and doing a run always makes my energy levels high.
Did I tell you guys about this other Indian gay guy that I met during this trip to Hawaii. He was brought up in Bombay. Isnt every openly gay Indian guy from Bombay or Delhi? Everyone except Chennai'boi me. But really I dont think I have much of a Chennai specific influence on me. I have Chennai, Delhi and Bangalore in me. So anyways he is a consultant at the company I work for and so we both had two long chats one of which was at 5:30 in the morning when we were both on our way to work and the other was at the cafeteria. We didn’t actually talk about anything of significance but we were just talking about how each of finished out engineering mostly because our parents wanted us to. He apparently studied more about art history and languages than engineering.
Oh and then there was this other guy N, who was on the same floor and we met in Hawaii even though he is from the same company. He was soooo cute. Total twink. He had the perfect Greek look with light brown hair that was short and curled up on his forehead into small circles. He had very thin lips and we had fun talking to each other. At the cafeteria, he told me stay longer as we sat in the sun (Hawaii!) and I couldn't refuse him. So I got another cup of tea and we sat together for another couple minutes before we left. He was working on the same floor but on a different side. He used to come over every 2 hours and chat with me and I was actually feeling irritated when someone else butted in when I was talking with him. In fact we were both carrying walkie talkies for communicating with the command center folks and when I had to leave early, I wanted to put up his walkie talkie number of the board for my side of the floor so they could ask him if they had any questions when I was gone. So when I was almost leaving I went over to him and asked him for his number and he looked at me and smiled and took out his cell phone. I was amused and said, “No silly, I want the walkie talkie number so I can put it up on the board”. He looked a bit embarrassed and smiled awkwardly. He looked heavenly in his impish smile...Now back in town, he works in a different building and I doubt if I will see him again, let alone talk to him. I wish I knew if he was gay or not.
Quote of the day:
Truth be told, home is less of a place and more of a feeling.
I have been doing the usual clean up after a trip. I normally always have stuff thrown all over the floor when I get back from a trip. So I finally finished washing all my clothes and ironing them. Now I just have to file all my bills, cook something for the next week and vacuum the house and I will be set back to my routine.
I don’t really feel like going to the club this Friday because I am afraid that TheFire will be there. Avoidance I feel is really the easiest thing for now so we won’t have to talk about it. But if I don’t go, he will know that I didn’t go because of him.
I am having dinner tonight with some friends to celebrate my birthday. I was thinking about what my favorite restaurant was and I really couldn’t point my finger to one. I thought about the Thai, Indian, Nepali and Afghan restaurants but I am not sure that I want to eat anything particular. The most appetizing food right now seems like bread and fish curry at home. This might have something to do with the rich oily foods that I have been eating this whole week in Hawaii. My food preferences always change based on my mood and what I had to eat in the last week to eat.
I called Jana up to tell her yesterday that I wasn’t feeling like going out on Thursday night. I had told her in the dance class last week that I was going to be calling her on Thursday night so we could go salsa dancing. She wanted to go out drinking and I had said that I would pick her up. We both like to get drunk together sometimes and so I had told her that I would pick her up so that she could get drunk.
I really should go to the gym and start running again. I think this week, I have done very little exercise and hope that going to the gym and running might actually improve my mood. It normally does. Eating heavy Indian or Chinese food always depresses me and doing a run always makes my energy levels high.
Did I tell you guys about this other Indian gay guy that I met during this trip to Hawaii. He was brought up in Bombay. Isnt every openly gay Indian guy from Bombay or Delhi? Everyone except Chennai'boi me. But really I dont think I have much of a Chennai specific influence on me. I have Chennai, Delhi and Bangalore in me. So anyways he is a consultant at the company I work for and so we both had two long chats one of which was at 5:30 in the morning when we were both on our way to work and the other was at the cafeteria. We didn’t actually talk about anything of significance but we were just talking about how each of finished out engineering mostly because our parents wanted us to. He apparently studied more about art history and languages than engineering.
Oh and then there was this other guy N, who was on the same floor and we met in Hawaii even though he is from the same company. He was soooo cute. Total twink. He had the perfect Greek look with light brown hair that was short and curled up on his forehead into small circles. He had very thin lips and we had fun talking to each other. At the cafeteria, he told me stay longer as we sat in the sun (Hawaii!) and I couldn't refuse him. So I got another cup of tea and we sat together for another couple minutes before we left. He was working on the same floor but on a different side. He used to come over every 2 hours and chat with me and I was actually feeling irritated when someone else butted in when I was talking with him. In fact we were both carrying walkie talkies for communicating with the command center folks and when I had to leave early, I wanted to put up his walkie talkie number of the board for my side of the floor so they could ask him if they had any questions when I was gone. So when I was almost leaving I went over to him and asked him for his number and he looked at me and smiled and took out his cell phone. I was amused and said, “No silly, I want the walkie talkie number so I can put it up on the board”. He looked a bit embarrassed and smiled awkwardly. He looked heavenly in his impish smile...Now back in town, he works in a different building and I doubt if I will see him again, let alone talk to him. I wish I knew if he was gay or not.
Quote of the day:
Truth be told, home is less of a place and more of a feeling.
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