What do people actually do when someone objects at a wedding?
I wish I could own every new album that is released.
Gideon texted me last night. At least, I think it was him, since I deleted his number. It was from his area code at least. Naturally, I didn't respond. He just said, "Hey, how ya doin", no doubt out of some vague sense of remorse. I'm nearly tempted to actually retain a friendship with him and dick him around much like he dicked me around. You know, like plan to meet up at some bar in the Castro one night, but not go. Then text him a half hour later and say, "Hey! I'm here!", but actually be at another bar. Then he'll come to the other bar seven blocks away, and I'll be like, "I'm out on the balcony! Where are you??". Then I'll say I went outside to look for him, ran into a friend, and segued to another place, and send him on the run after me again. God, that would be sweet.
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