I had fun this weekend and I am definatley relaxed after the week from hell at work. However, it was still a relatively uneventful weekend.

We had record sales on Friday, only by beating Thursdays sales. Barely able to walk, or talk, or keep my eyes open, I jumped in my truck to go home. It was downtown in rush hour and a transit strike is in full throttle, so it took me an hour and a half to drive the usual half hour route. Once home, I ate and went to bed.

My alarm rang at 11pm, time to go to the bar. The bar was fairly boring and uneventful. I spent the entire night chatting with Allison, one of my better friends from my SAPS days. We caught up on old times and drank ourselves silly.

Rudy was there the whole time. Drunker than I’ve ever seen him before. He was wild and crazy, and out of control. It was quite hilarious. At the end of the night I gave him a hug goodbye. The hug was too long. Not in a negative way though, but too long in the sense that friends don’t hug that way. We held each other for a few long moments that I’ll never, for some reason, forget. I felt what was between us. That small spark that says, “we may never be lovers or even good friends, but there will always be something between us.” and then I left.

Saturday was my usual lazy Saturday. I woke up, played on the internet and watched tv. At 10pm I went to the gay coffee shop and had a few gallons of coffee. Suprisingly nobody was there, so I ended up just reading the newspaper until closing time and then went to the bar.

Saturday at the bar was even more uneventful. I spent most of the night sitting alone and just saying hello, and having idle chit chat with whomever stopped by to see me. I went home even before last call.

My weekend is almost over again. At least I know they will come again, and perhaps next time it will be more eventful. Uneventful ones like this one are just as welcome though!