While the cats away, the mouse stays busy...

Last Wednesday I woke up bright and early with a sad agenda.

I had to drop my boyfriend off at the airport.

He was to fly off to Nashville, Tennessee for a "boys weekend," which in Spanish directly translates to "TROUBLE." I really wasn't worried, it was five grown (and I assume stinky) men in an RV for 5 days. I bet he didn't even brush his teeth. 

So FUN was on the agenda...I was NOT going to stay at home moping because my prince charming was roughing it for a few days.

First order of business, my darling best friend Chad's 30th birthday. I believe he is in denial about turning 30, as he chose a place that slightly resembles Chuckey Cheese for his birthday.

WE DANCED THE FUNKY CHICKEN!

WE PLAYED MOVIE TRIVIA!

WE CHEERED and JEERED!

...all while enjoying sushi and saki.

The place is called "Tokyo Delves" located in North Hollywood. I would only suggest going there if you were going with my friends. Because they know how to make it really fun. Unless your friends are really fun too...I mean, I guess that could work.

I filled the rest of the week hanging out with friends. I think that it is really interesting stuff, but I doubt you will.

But what I really find interesting is my Saturday night.

I had NO plans and had resigned myself to staying in and gorging on pizza with a depressing book and a box of tissues. Except I didn't have a box of tissues. A roll of toilet paper would have to suffice. When all of a sudden, my phone is jingle-jangling...who could it be? 

Oh just my friend David with a last minute invite to see the Scissor Sisters! 

Usually I do not accept last minute invites, but David is just wonderfully divine and I had to say yes! 

Please see below for wonderfully divine:

You want to know how fancy he is? Our tickets included VIP access, which meant that we got to avoid standing in the back of a sweaty crowd and stood comfortably above the mayhem with more then enough dancing room.

I was in GAY heaven!

First of all I love the Scissor Sisters...they are the bomb.com.

Second...I was in spitting distance (not like I would spit at him, RUDE!) of Rufus Wainwright. I know. I am still composing my open letter to him, claiming my love. He is everything that I wish that I could be. I beautiful gay man who has a beautiful voice, speaks French and plays the piano. And his boyfriend is REALLY cute too.

However, all good things must come to an end. I am picking up Matthew at 7:30 PM Pacific Standard Time.

Just kidding...I am really happy he is coming home! I have shelves that I need to be hung in my apartment!