Good night out with great girlfriends. A few weren’t able to make it, but those of us who did still had a lot of fun, aside from the reminder that there are men out there who would look better in my clothes than I do. My thighs are going to be sore tomorrow from dancing and my face from laughing…not at the show nearly as much as the reaction some of my friends were having. First time at a drag show will do that to you, I guess.
I’m not even going to attempt to figure out how much money I spent right now. If I had to venture a guess, I’d say in the ballpark of $40, which, for me, is not too bad at all.
While we were out, I missed a call from T. We talked when I got home (around 2am) for a good hour. Got to hear a little bit more about his MIA status over the past month or so. He’s from a different cultural background, and I think that’s part of the problem. He just needs to learn that he has friends and people that care for him here in the U.S. that can, and would like to, be of help when he needs it. Even if that’s just someone willing to let him vent. I think it’s hard for him to admit when things get to be overwhelming but maybe he’s learning. He says he’s lonely and realizes he can’t do everything on his own all the time. And that he got lucky finding me as a friend.
Maybe I’m gullible, but it was still nice to hear. Depending on what time I wake up and how much cleaning I get done, we have tentative plans to see a movie or something tomorrow.