Tonight was the feast, and it was quite good except that I had to race through my final pint of bourbon and coke, and oddly enough my head started to spin not long after… Mary gave a few of us lifts and for reasons I slightly forget about, I went to a "friend's" place. We talked, or rather I should say she talked for about 5 hours straight telling me about her life and lovers. I listened (though I had heard most of it before) half out of sympathy (a dangerous thing to give) and half out of being too drunk to stand and half because I was nice and warm.
I did something for her I would do to a very few other people and gave her a back and foot massage. It was right at the end of the night as I was preparing to go home that I realized that she didn't then and never really had given me any affection which wasn't given to her first.
6:35 pm
Great, I've got the flu… fuckers…
I've been either hung-over or flu-stricken most of today. There was a group dinner at the Turkish Pide House, but I can barely think straight and I sound like James Earl Jones.
Last night at the feast was heaps of fun. It is only my second after the Privateers feast back in February. I was getting involved and having a great time with my ego having a nice boost each time I looked in the mirror.