home is where the heart is
my first christmas away from family was ridiculously enjoyable. i should feel guilty for having ditched my indiana family to stay in london, but, erm, well, i don’t.
wednesday was both christmas eve and darian‘s birthday… we met up with his boyf and friends at bar fusion in islington for a few [really quite embarassing piss-poor, actually] games of pool before heading back to theirs for
a threesome some mulled wine and late-night teevee.
thursday woke up on christmas morning to open up prezzies with darian and boyf duncan. they made me feel very much at home, and i adored watching the two of them in marital bliss. we exchanged our prezzies, had some breakfast and then atif arrived to take me over to andrew’s.
spent all of christmas day with the boys—atif, andrew, mark and greg. it snowed [aherm] quite a bit, and we managed to polish off a case or two of champagne, whilst enjoying a nice meal [turkey with orange/cranberry stuffing], lovely prezzies and, of course, the queen’s speech.
my favorite gifts include the photo reprints from greg of different exciting moments over the past year… the worst one being eric in a pink cowboy hat from europride last year in manchester. i also loved the gadgets i got—one of those electrostatic globe things from atif, and some sorta artificial-intelligence thing from my sister kim that plugs into my usb port. it’s really bizarre, it talks to you and everything.
after a few hours of drinking games, gossip, dancing, sex in the city and self-medication, on christmas night atif rushed us across town to trade for an amazing 10 hours of dancin’ and prancin’. an absolutely amazing, very fun crowd… the only boys brave enough to drive to trade on christmas night are the ones who know how to party. lots of post-holiday couples, lots of orphans like myself who’ve chose to party with their tribe rather than subject themselves to family stress.
friday was boxing day, but that was no excuse. in a sneak preview of my february trip to sydney, i met up with greg, atif and the loverly lesbos angie and zoe for some fiction. once again, a very up-for-it crowd… lots of pilled out straight boys mixed in with the muscle marys and twinkalicious foreigners. i was hit on by, oh, i dunno, a dozen guys, dropping lines like you have perfect hair and you’re an amazing dancer will you teach me and are you from denmark and i love blonde boys. bless. i sent them all out to pasture, though, cuz i was in a dancing [rather than romancing] mood. oh, and i sorta kinda miss jack.