It's a beautiful day and I'm in a great mood, even though one of my ribs is bruised and hurts. A Saturday night partying injury (sometimes I'm just so clumsy!). But it was worth it. I will heal and will live to love again. I was actually just walking into the bathroom and the floor was wet from showers being taken, and I slipped and my side crashed into the sink basin. Nothing too fabulous, but perhaps I wouldn't have fallen if my senses hadn't been impared at the time. At any rate, I had a GLORIOUS night of decadence and debauchery until 9am Sunday morning with the man I love. I would go into details, but your computer would melt. Woke up about 1pm Sunday afternoon. Curt was sleeping on the sofa. We switched locations and he moved into the bedroom and I watched tv all afternoon. Finally got him up about 5pm and we went out to dinner. It was the best tasting meal I'd ever had! Mussels, pasta, wine. We realized it had been over 24 hours since we'd had food (lunch on Saturday was the previous meal). No wonder it tasted so good. Then we came home and were in bed at 8pm. I slept right straight through until 6:30 this morning.

And now, here's a story to make up for how boring my Blog has been lately: Friday night. We go to the Eagle early for some drinks. We have a great time and are blabbing at each other non-stop just like we did when we first started dating six years ago. I'm drinking Absolute and tonics because it's warm out and I want to feel like it's summer. About 8 o'clock we decide we've had enough and it's time to go home, but it's still early so we agree to go back and party a little, and then decide later if we feel like going back out. So we go home, start partying, and then for some reason we decide to knock on our neighbor's door to see if he wants to join us. The neighbor is a circuit-boy-sometimes-go-go-boy who has a killer body. He's been on our "list" forever, but for some reason he seems very adverse to moving beyond the platonic neighbor relationship. Nevermind the fact he's come over before - E, K and G'd out of this mind and practically begging for it (why we didn't take advantage of that situation is the subject for yet another Blog entry). So he comes over ("I was going to knock and ask you guys the same thing!!") and we spend the next couple hours partying, blabbing about nothing, getting slowly naked, and trying to entice him. We get him down to his underwear, but he clearly begins to get nervous and backs out. He has to drive to NYC in the morning and still has not packed. He thanks us and leaves us to spend the rest of the night happily playing together. Still though, we would have rock and rolled his world. He seems so often to want to play, but for some reason he backs out of it always at the last minute. Is it that we're a couple? Neighbors? He says it would feel "incestuous", and yet he's always talking about having sex with his other friends. He's putting off the inevitable. It WILL happen. Some morning he'll knock on our door, tweaking on E and G as he was before, and this time there won't be a guy installing DSL to inhibit the situation (guess now I don't have to write that other Blog entry after all!)

By the time Colby, who seems rather full of beans despite having apparently left his Reward Challenge Buffet in little piles all along the way home, receives the vengeance due the well-muscled and well-fed, CBS may well have a very serious Reality TV question to answer: What if the contestants start calling "Survivor"'s central bluff and start keeling over? Does CBS send in a trumped-up Meals-on-Wheels gambit like last episode's shelter-for-food Probstian bargain? Or do they just let them start eating cameramen? Funny "Survivor" analysis from TIME

This is the week! This has been designated on my calendar as the semi-official start of the fun season. Tomorrow (Tuesday) is my honey's birthday (I won't go into his age, except to say that for this first time ever he's uncomfortable with it). Every year we commemorate the event by spending the weekend in Provincetown. Our reservations are set at the Brass Key (and, if you ask me, Friday just can't possibly get here fast enough). Another trip to P-town in May, then another in June. In between there are trips to Montreal and Boston's Gay Pride to also look forward to - and that's all before July! I pledge this year not to let Summer slide by without taking full advantage of it.

Marketing for the new Steven Spielberg movie, AI has begun with an intriguing web of internet sites that link to each other. How fun!

In the last two weeks (since March 21st), I've lost about four pounds. I'm getting a half-hour of cardiovascular excercise - usually in the form of running on the treadmill - almost every weekday (weekends I've done no excercise). I feel great.