When I realized that I was missing out on the gay pride festivities in Denver on Sunday, I decided to gay it up in Pahoa. The dyke drink of the day was draft Bud, and the twink drink of the day was vodka Red Bull. I enjoyed both. I played a ton of gay-ass dance music while we shot pool. Not sure how the locals feel about Kelly Clarkson, Lady Gaga, Cher and Katy Perry, but we had a great little dance party around the pool table. It was... fabulous. It was like being at Vinyl in the jungle. Ha ha.
Monday, Tuesday, Boring. Blah blah blah. I don't have much to write about this week. I haven't been sleeping very well. I wake up nearly every hour of the night, if not more often than that. Sometimes I'm cold, sometimes sweaty, sometimes stuck in an awful position or I have a numb limb. I just can't find that comfort zone to sleep well through the night. Which makes for awesome mornings. :)
I've been homesick, too. I know that's natural, but it still sucks. I feel like I'm in a funk. A sad, lonely, lazy funk. I miss my friends. A lot. I miss my city. Oh, Denver. How I miss your charms. Things like sidewalks, public transportation, bike lanes, cars that don't sound like they're going to explode any second, nightlife (however limited) and most of all the lack of mosquitos. I'm being eaten alive everyday. Booooo.
Ok now that that's all off my chest, I'm going to try to pep up! I'm in frickin' Hawaii, right? Ok, be happy; don't dwell; let go of anxiety. Ready, go.
