Tails of a 17th Street Geisha

What makes you happy? Somehow, I find that my attitude about life has little to do with what is going on in it and all about my physical state. For example, if I exercise in the morning, I find that I am extremely happy all day long. I find reasons to be happy. I might have spent too much money last weekend, gained weight from all the drinking and eating of b-day celebrations, be stressed out and behind at work from being sick on Monday, and depressed about not having had sex in ages BUT… if I work out that morning, I’ll be so happy that I’m alive, that my job rocks regardless of stress level, that I’m back on track with losing weight, and that I’m no longer as sick as I was before.

I might have just received 5600 bucks in taxes from the gov’t, gotten laid, received a raise @ work, and be planning a trip to Orlando for Gay Days @ Disneyworld but IF I WAS HUNGOVER, I would be as depressed as Tom Delay when the ethics committee reversed their decision and decided to commission a full-on investigation into his shady lobbyist-sponsored travel.

What do you think?

Basically, I just need to write a new post here so I can distract people from that stupid birthday dildo post. I don’t want to erase it though. I think I need a sobering reminder of why I shouldn’t type while drunk.

Oh, and thanks for those who came to my b-day party at Felix. I’ve learned a couple of lessons about that night:

1) it doesn’t matter how many friends you have, you need to give people more than 6 days notice for a birthday party. It ended up working out well though, because we had enough people to make the bottle service work but didn’t have TOO many people where it was too hard to monitor and collect.

2) don’t do bottle service @ a club for a party of alcoholics. I felt like the drinks ran out too fast and I’m not sure people were satisfied. plus, it sucked having to explain to each person who came and to ask for their money for the drinks. At least I know I can be a good fundraiser, because as much as it sucked, I didn’t mind it so much. (I *still* didn’t break even… I lost… gulp… 220 bucks! but I was prepared to pay a cost because it was my b-day party and if I were throwing it @ my house, I would have had to fork out for booze AND would have had to clean up a big ol’ mess the night before. and then there’s the neighbor I would have had to contend with… grrrr!)

3) thank god for good friends. My friend Jeannine and new friend Adrian made sure I was okay. They walked me to the big slice pizza place, made sure I didn’t get in a cab, walked me home, and even took me to my front door! Also, all of my friends who came to the club were wonderful, fun and came in spite of the torrential rain. love to Brad, Michael Wray and Howard for coming to my house b4 the club. and lots of love to everyone who came… it was the best birthday party ever and I even remember most of it!!!