I'm in Reno as I write this. I just finished a workout; my futile attempt to offset the massive caloric intake I've endeavored in the last couple of days.
I'm at the Eldorado sponsored "Great Italian Festival." I come out to this event every year. It's a fun trip. However, I am the only single person among the group of family and friends, which makes me feel pretty awkward sometimes. I know it's hard to understand a couple having the opportunity to hang out with me and yet wanting to spend alone time together. There are plenty of things for me to do in Reno by myself: Drink, ogle chubby cocktail waitresses, gamble, masturbate while thinking about chubby cocktail waitresses, gamble more, and take naps.
I did get sexted for the first time ever while I've been down here. Perhaps that person could tell by the sound of my voice that I had a significant lack of porn in my room (the room and all charges go onto my Dad's credit card, I don't need him seeing a charge for "Anal Acrobats 14" or whatever on the check out bill).
So it's off to the shower for me then some more guinea-fest 2009 activities. Then the flight home. I miss my friends. And my cat. Because I'm, apparently, a codependent homo. I guess.
Peace.
goochout.
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