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Saturday, September 14, 2002

Eighteen inches may qualify me as a size queen; that's the visible area on my new LCD monitor, having arrived Thursday. Before you say anything, the box of tissue by my computer is to wipe away the drool every time I sit down in front of it. It's pretty, to say the least.

Day three of bartending classes, hyped up on caffeine after three collective hours of sleep, and I can't get over two songs: Thunderpuss's rendition of Whitney's, "Whatcha Lookin At," and Manny Lehman's remix of Brandy's "Full Moon." Finishing up a paper and final exams for Management of Information Systems, saying goodbye to the warm weather, and looking forward to a weekend where I can actually sleep in.

Went to dinner last night with the two queens and M. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy showing off M's arms and letting him have the spotlight for a few hours while they joke about handcuffs and traffic stops. He takes it all in stride. I can't stop smiling as he tosses comebacks, one-for-one, all the while rubbing his leg up against mine under the table.

One of the queens went to NO for Decadence and I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. The tickets were in my hand. I've no regrets, however. After all, it would have been rather self-defeating to go while attempting to nurture a fledgling relationship, but downing Crown-and-cokes with Jonno and company while watching the debauchery on Bourbon Street sounded mighty tempting. It gives me something to look forward to next year, at any rate.