Oh, the drama.

I probably shouldn't bother to post about this, because I know the kind of responses this will get (and I'm generally not the kind of person to disallow commenting because, if my friends have something to say, I want them to be able to say it), but here goes...

First, though, the fun part. I spent yesterday afternoon at gurudata and kanecool's house with twiddler, Declan, Stephen and Megan, filming a series of skits to show at Polaris 21. We'll try to perform as many of them live as we can, but in case something happens and either twiddler or I am unavailable (since we're in all of them), we wanted to have a backup. Also, there was some talk of putting them up on Youtube before the con for promotional purposes. If that happens, I'll post a link so that you can all make fun of me. :) Declan was also taking still photos, so if those get posted, I'll try to snag copies (I just hope he didn't take any of me changing costumes. As Stephen said, I'm not shy... since a couple of my changes were full changes, everyone who was there now knows what kind of underwear I wear. I told them not to be so squeamish... at least they didn't see me running around naked like I had to do during FASS '90 when I had to take a shower during intermission to get the ghost makeup off and rush to change into my Act Two costume... the second the curtain came down at the end of Act One I was running for the dressing room, peeling off my costume as I ran.)

After we completed filming around 6, we all (except for Declan, who had to leave) went for dinner at a nearby pub called The Devil's Harp, where I had a rather nice lamb-and-ale pie and mashed potatoes for dinner.

I did have a rather unexpected surprise - I was using an old garment bag to carry all of the various outfits that I was planning to wear, and in the bottom of the garment bag, I found an envelope of photographs. Many of them were from my high school band's 1985 trip to New York City, but there were some photos that go back even further (including one from when I was about 8, and one from when I was about 6 or 7), plus one from that I wish I'd known I had last year, when rockgoddes put together an exhibit on the history of Toronto Trek for our 20th anniversary - it was taken at TT3, and it's of me and Mark Lenard. (I may not have known I had the photo, but the shirt I'm wearing in the photo was in the exhibit. :) ) gurudata kindly scanned them for me, and once I receive them in my email, I'll post them. :)

Now for the not-so-fun part of the evening... because I'd been good Friday night, I decided to go out to Woody's even though I was a little tired from the day's activities. I was standing there, minding my own business, when some guy I'd never seen before in my life turned towards me and read my shirt, running his finger across my chest like he was a kindergartener just learning to read. I was wearing one of my French Connection UK shirts, which says "too busy to fcuk". He said, "Why the hell would you wear something like that down here, you loser? You must be a nerd." I just raised my eyebrows and said, "It amused me." He then went on to inform me that I was probably still a virgin (when, in fact, I was probably already married before he figured out what his dick was for, given his age), and said - a propos of what, I'm not sure - that he was a stylist. I replied, "That's nice, I'm a programmer." He then put his arm around me (!). I said, "What the hell are you doing?" He said, "If you're a programmer, you must have money." I extracted myself and moved away. He then decided to go at me again, and told me that I needed a makeover. Also, he added, a gym membership. He then turned back to his friends and proudly announced that he was a bitch. (No kidding.) His two female friends found the whole thing hilarious, but his male friend was mortified. Once he established that I'd never seen his friend before that moment, he turned and told him off, then turned to me and apologized. The asshole then loudly said, "What are you talking to him for? Come over here and hang out with the popular people."

Funny, I thought high school ended for me 22 years ago...

When I went back to the bar for my third pint of the night, the bartender asked how my night was going. I said, "Until a few minutes ago, it was going fine..." He asked what had happened, and I told him. He said, "Where is he? I'll have him thrown out." I told him not to bother, though, that I didn't think the guy was worth it. (I'll have to remember to say hi to his friend if I see him in there again, though... if only because it'll piss this guy off. ;) )

But I continued to stew about it for the rest of the night, and into this afternoon. Look, I know I have flaws. I know that I'm not what is generally considered attractive in the gay community - I'm not in the greatest of shape, and I don't have cheekbones that will cut glass - in other words, I don't look like I'm on either steroids, ecstacy or heroin - and I'm not 20 years old any more. I have interests and ambitions that don't involve becoming Paris Hilton's personal shopper. But I don't think those kinds of comments were called for. I'll take constructive criticism from my friends, because I know they're doing it because they care about me, even if it does get annoying sometimes. But from a complete stranger? DO NOT WANT.

Anyway, I'm feeling a little better now. I know (and knew even at the time) that the guy was a jerk whose opinions were to be discounted out of hand, and that he was probably only doing it because criticizing others is the only way he knows to make himself feel good about his own life, but for some reason, it still bothered me that someone would decide that that kind of behaviour was appropriate.

Today was kind of meh, even once I started feeling better. I had a nasty headache all day (which is strange, because I didn't feel like I was that drunk last night), which wasn't helped by the fact that my Mike Holmes-wannabe neighbour was drilling again. It might have been partially exacerbated by the fact that I decided that I was sick and tired of my bathroom being in the state it's in, and so did some cleaning this afternoon. (The shower stall needs another go-over, though... it seems that no matter how much time I spend on them, the walls still have hard-water residue.) The fumes from the various cleaning substances probably didn't help my headache any. I was going to do the kitchen floor too, but I didn't feel like waiting for the floor to dry before I could make dinner. Speaking of which, I felt much better after I'd eaten. Pasta, followed by chocolate ice cream, may not do anything for my non-existent abs, but they heal everything else. :)