May The Force Be With You

It’s 87 today in New York and I’m watching Blaine’s hair curl in the humidity.

We have AC over here but Mac over here needs to go outside to shit and pee and go to the doggy park so I have to go outside. Don’t even get me started on baseball practice.

That’s pretty convenient, double the sex. San Francisco doesn’t look so bad but yeah, nothing beats Paris. Definitely not.

I know right? Yeah, someday I might have the money to head over to Paris one day. I think it’s definitely on the bucket list. 

Sounds boring. By the way, Happy Belated. I’ve been busy. Did you get some awesome birthday sex?

Thanks, man. It’s actually my birthday and our anniversary on the same day so we went to San Francisco for the weekend. It’s nothing like Paris I’m sure but it was really awesome. Of course, can’t go without that, am I right? 

Is it really that popular? Jeez. I still don’t get the point of it.

Hey now, don’t underestimate him. He’s kind of incredible. One of the best things to ever happen to her little diva self. She feels really lucky to have him. Guess we’ll have to compromise and agree that they’re both pretty awesome and pretty darn lucky?  

Yes, I do have to compromise. And celebrate that compromise tomorrow maybe... 

I have no idea what that means. How long is this thing? I can’t have you keeping my boyfriend for too long.

It means it’s going to be epic. We have tickets for just a couple of days. We’re lucky we got even one day.