Dakota

Ok, for the record - I hate snow.

And this upsets me, because I used to really love snow, and I'd dive into it. I still indulge myself one of the more childish aspects - which, really is the fun of it all - of snowfall: snow-angels, which Danielle and the Kids can attest to. However, since I now consider it an inconvenience, it's somewhat less... fun. When I was younger, it meant no school. Now, it means no school and I can't go anywhere.

It snowed lots. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

On Friday, it was Valentines Day, and I will unapologetically revel in that if only because it's the first year that it's ever been Valentines Day and I was dating someone. I thought it was unlikely this year, but with the unexpected forwardness that Matt and I experienced and decided to go through the Friday before, I suddenly had an unexpected Valentine.

Matt picked me up and we went wandering around Route 22 and eventually went to the place Matt'd intended us to go to in the first place (he thought with the traffic 22 had presented before, it was best to go somewhere closer to my house; getting into a restaurant on 22 is a bitch and eventually we kept going far enough away, it just seemed like fate). It was a Brazilian restaurant, and it was awesome. Good food, good stuff.

We followed that up with a movie (The Guru - which was, despite Heather Graham, rather funny) and made it back to his house. The plan went as formulated: slept over, and in the early afternoon made it to the Kids' house where he dropped me off and I hung out with Danielle until Genevieve (and eventually Michael) returned.

Saturday was Lingerie Night, which rocked. More fun than Christmas, better organized than Halloween - it was a damn good show. I performed as Frank, and enjoyed every second of it, which - while I generally always have a good time - doesn't happen all that often. Great character night. I much enjoyed "Sweet Transvestite" and for the first time ever, I actually felt like Frank in "I'm Going Home". All kinds of revel-ly, glittery goodness.

The show was exhausting, the diner occasionally uncomfortable (Genevieve put it best that drunk people are stupid), and when we returned to Chateau de Kids, everyone was pretty tired. I slept upstairs (Michael's suite) and played Vice City for an hour and a half or so. Eventually my eyes just decided they wanted to stay closed. So, I went to sleep.

Cast meeting happened on Sunday, where we had elections. The process was not as painful as possible, and everything was actually really civil. I'm very much aware a lot of people are saying things to that effect, and it's not that our cast is incapable of not fighting. However, it's rare that the meeting go as smoothly as it did. As for what happened after the meeting for individuals... yeah, can't say. I will say I was happy with the results of elections, and am looking forward to the next six months. Genevieve was elected show director, Michael was elected producer, and Larry was re-elected cast director.

After the cast meeting, the Kids alongside Danielle, Christian, and myself went to Hooters. I don't know... I like Hooters. They have good wings, and I like them. I am aware of any and all irony there is with a gay man stating such a thing, but Hooters rocks. In any case, Matt tagged along, which is always good. And it snowed. Snowed lots. Actually, it started at the cast meeting, but it started to look kinda serious.

I went back with Matt, fully intending to be snowed in for the next day. And so it came to pass. Up until Tuesday afternoon, we kept ourselves occupied with things that I don't feel precisely comfortable posting here, as well as the evil that is shoveling and watching Body of Evidence (a DVD that Genevieve and Danielle gave me - as well as Truth or Dare) and season 2 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. All in all, a wonderful weekend, really.

Stuff is good.