therapy session

i went to the gay bar last night for only the second time since i moved here. now, i know that this may not sound strange, since i only moved here three weeks ago. but you have to understand, there was a time in my life when i was going to gay bars thursday, friday, saturday, and sometimes sunday nights. then again, a) i lived in baltimore, so it was a whole lot cheaper; b) i was dating a fairly crazy (ok, so really crazy) scene-adoring, house-music-listening, rave-dancing latino; and c) let's face it, i was in my early 20's and now i'm in my late-mid-20s. that's right, i said it, late-mid.

(speaking of which, happy birthday to hilary, who joins me rolling downhill towards 30 today! run over to snippets from science [i'm too lazy to insert a link here, so look to your right and there it is] and wish her many happy returns. or at least lots of men with long tongues.)

so i went last night to therapy, which is in hell's kitchen. apparently. i can't really tell the difference between "hell's kitchen" and "the rest of midtown," though i hear that hell's kitchen is the upper-mid-town-sort-of-west neighborhood. therapy's at like 52nd and 8th. so, yeah. that's where hell's kitchen is. anyway, i went there with matt, who many of you might remember from a little post i wrote about a certain playboy mansion grotto-style pool party held at frank's mansion last summer. matt's the guy i (allegedly!) was playing WASTED footsie with in the hot tub and then (allegedly!) hit on in front of my boyfriend. i kept forgetting his name, since i'd just met him, so i called him boston. since, you know, he's from boston. when i told hilary who i was going out with, she said, "Matt?" and i said, "you know, boston." she rolled her eyes, reminding me of the footsie incident.

we had a great time. i have to say, however, that while the music at therapy was good, it was simply too loud. i was literally trying to shout over remixes of beyonce and shit. hello, if i wanted to scream over dance music, i'd take drugs and go to the roxy. anyhoo...