The day started out alright. I got up, did some chores, and got ready to go to Gus' birthday party. He was turning a year old today, and I was invited. The food left a little to be desired, although most of it was pretty good. For lunch we had quiche, cucumber salad, and spicy sweet potatoes. They're really big into organic food over at that house, so I'm guessing that everything I ate was pesticide free, sugar free, wheat-glucose 24534l3k4jlja; free. Gus was really cranky and still not feeling well, so he didn't really want to see me. We didn't have cake. The "cake" was apricot wheat flour mini muffins and ice cream. Let me tell you, what a treat that was. Let's just say that I've had my fill of organic food for the next few years.
I went home aftter that, and went out to the mall to get my dad some birthday presents. His birthday is on Monday. We got him, a cd player, and some J. Geils and Aerosmith cds. When I got home, I bummed around the house, etc. Kathleen called me around five thirty and wanted to go to H&M to do some shopping. My mom didn't want me to go, as there was a shooting down there about a week ago, and also because all of the terrorist things that have been happening nationally. I don't think Boston is really that safe at night either, but when I told her we were taking Joe, she said it was alright.
So, Kathleen's dad picked us up, and we got dropped off at Sullivan Station. We took the train to downtown and then proceeded to H&M. I think we spent about two hours in there, or at least until they closed at eight. Kathleen and I just kept on going round and round the store, going through everything. We saw one of our friends from school, Orgetta, there. She was shopping with her cousin. Joe was going crazy and so bored because we were torturing him by spending so long in the store. We tried on a bunch of clothes, and even went into the underwear section. Kathleen and I both got Snoopy bras, just because they were funny. I think at that point Joe decided to take a trip over to the guy's section. I swear, only gay guys work and shop there. It's hilarious. He came back after awhile, and just looked completely lost. Then he told us this: "The clothes are like, crossing the fine line between eighties retro geek punk and flaming homosexual." I just started cracking up right in the middle of the store. I know it's not that funny, but...just the look on his face was worth a million. After leaving the store, we walked back to the train station. It was hot and smelly and dusty down there. We took the red line to Porter, where we were going to meet one of Joe's friends. He was going to drive us to a club in our city that was going to have live bands playing tonight. At first I thought it was cool, but once I got in the car I thought I was going to die. His friend drives like a frigging maniac. We picked up one more guy, and made our way down to the club. It ended up being this bar, and it looked all smokey and scummy inside, so I refused to go in. Kathleen didn't want to go in either. Joe's friends wanted him to go, but Joe wanted to stay with us. He didn't want to leave us alone, seeing that it was late at night already. Then we were all going to go out to eat, but nobody could decide on a place. Kathleen and I wanted to try somthing new, all of them wanted hamburgers or something. Kathleen wanted to go off on our own, as did I. After much persistent arguing, we got him to go back with his friends. I felt bad afterwards, as I didn't know whether or not he wanted to go with us or them. I mean, his friends were acting as if they didn't want us around. The club was supposedly over 18, but a guy game outside and told us that we could go right in and it would be alright. It's so easy here to get into anywhere where one is not supposed to be. I'm glad I didn't go in though, 'cos if the cops ever showed up, or my parents called and wondered where I was, I would have been dead. Plus, I didn't want to be around drunk people or drinking.
So, Kathleen and I went to an Indian restauraunt. It was kind of scary for me at first, because I didn't know what to order, but our waiter was really very nice. I don't even remember the name of the dish I got, but it was pretty good. Something with shrimp in it. Kathleen got the same thing. We also had garlic bread, and some other strange bread thing. It was different alright. I didn't really like the spices in the food, but it was good. Plus, I was starving after only eating that organic goodness earlier in the day. We just talked about Joe, and relationships, the two Chris', and stuff like that. It was nice to have a heart-to-heart. Kathleen was so happy that she went out and did a bunch of new things today. She told me that she doesn't usually like shopping, but today she actually shopped and it was fun. The new food was good too. After we were done, we went outside and waited for her dad to come and pick us up.
When I got home, I told my parents that I had gone to Davis and ate pizza. I'm surprised that they didn't smell the Indian spice on me or something. I feel so bad about lying to them, but if they had known that Joe wasn't with us, or that we had gone to Union Square to eat alone late at night...or that we had tried to go to the club...I would have been in trouble for a while. I realized that I left a lot of emotion out of my entry that I was feeling, but it's all inside my head. The words aren't coming out quickly enough, and I'm so tired. Until later.