I've started to wade my way through all my Italy vacation pictures. Click here to see what I've uploaded so far. More to come.
And more about the trip itself when I get the time.
Speaking of which, June is going to be a crazy busy month! My birthday right around the corner (hint) and so is Pride (with all the associated events).
And possibly a trip out to Fire Island, Provincetown, Rehoboth Beach, or Montreal; any of which would be my first visit. Teehee.
After thirteen days, four Italian cities, three flights, three ferries, two trains, an island, and a strike (which led to a night in Terminal C of Hotel Aeroporti), I'm back in New York City.
It's just so damn good to be back home; where there's water pressure. And washcloths.
When I get over this jet lag, I'll share the over six hundred photos of numerous churches and museums with their masochistic/pornographic adornments and countless broken penises.
I was awoken in the middle of the night by an elbow and shove to the ribs. "I had a bad dream and now I'm mad at you," he said as he rolled away from me.
Ignoring his comment, I rolled over to him and promptly fell back asleep. Figuring out what happened can wait until the morning.
*cue Greig: Peer Gynt's Morning Mood*
The following morning, I asked him about the elbowing and this is what he said:
I dreamed that we went to a club, and it was early enough that we got in for free (author's note: which I am apt to do). But I didn't like the club and loud music, so I stepped outside for some fresh air (which he is apt to do).
When I tried to get back in, the doorman stopped me and wanted me to pay a cover charge! I told him I got in already and just needed some air, my boyfriend's inside, but he wasn't listening and still wanted me to pay the cover (don't you hate that?). $79! I wasn't going to pay that!
And then this manager lady comes outside wondering what was going on; after hearing the situation she decided to give me a discount of $59 instead. No way was I going to pay that either!
And that's when you come out asking,
"What's going on?"
"They won't let me back inside!"
"Why not?"
"They want me to pay a cover charge!"
"Oh yea, there's a cover for people over 30."And that's when I woke up...
...mad at me.
The best thing about working near Madison Square Garden is that when there's a dog show, you get to see all the cute animals.
Funny, it's the same thing when the Rangers have a game. Except Ranger fans are rowdier. And louder. Mm.. Ranger fans...
