I couldn't think of anything else to call this post. If I called it, "How the Pirate went on a three day binge of bourbon whisky, debacherous sex and crawfish" it may have been too long.

I was either drunk, getting drunk, or being hungover Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I had a personal issue to deal with and I wasn't happy. Amy was married to J on Saturday. And while we are only friends, I still felt jealous, angry and betrayed. When that happens i find some expensive whisky, cheap bois and have a merry old time. It didn't help anything but it did make the time go by without having to think about the past.

I think I had more sex in the last three days than I did in the last month. It was not much more than masturbation with anothe rperson involved. There was no romance or emotion. That being said, most of it was incredibly fabulous. I even branched out. Not just 20-something latin twinks. There were even guys closed to my age with actual hair on their bodies.

Easter Sunday, Riley had a crawfish boil and I picked on a couple of the cute straight boys and just about had them ready to switch sides. One, was so blatant, he pulled his jeans down and exclamed that he had "the best ass ever!" He was up there but I had definitely seen better. Then his girlfriend revealed some info about him that made me know the he would be very ameable to at least experimenting, if he hasn't already.

After all of that, Monday was a 16 advil and about 5 gallons of water. It was the absolute worst hangover in recorded memory.

Amy is happy. She has a good man, probably a better man than I. She has her new house. M has her own room and some gorgeous new furniture and a puppy on the way as soon as it can leave it's momma. Life is good. It was difficult for me making the changes I did. It cost me in so very many ways. That being said, there is no more pretense. I am me. I am much happier with the me now than I have ever been in the past. But sometimes, in the dead of night, when it is dark and quiet and I am alone. Sometimes, I still miss some of the things that are gone. And often, it still hurts.

Peace