Spent Sunday evening at Oscar's place, talking about the website needed to be done for this year's Pink Film Festival. We didn't really accomplish much since I was really exhausted when I got there. We talked a bit about the theme for this year and the basic layout which he wants to happen, and how there were two other volunteers which have been really helpful so far. I'm looking forward to meeting them soon.
Then we drifted on to talking about more important things, mostly about sex and drugs and rock and roll. But I waved it off, told him I was too hungry to swim in angst, and I might go outside to get junk food and Mountain Dew instead. He didn't put up much of a fight since he was quite sleepy himself so he just said sure.
When I got back, Oscar was already asleep so I just stashed away what I got in the fridge save for the cookies and sat in front of the computer to do some idle surfing. Oscar had an email message window open, and it was an advertisement from Bed about some party or some such. I heard Oscar mutter something, so I figured he was a tad awake. While nibbling on my cookie, I said absently, "Cool. Bed. I was there two guys ago."
Crunch.
"Two WEEKS. I was there two WEEKS ago."
Oh boy. Me and my Freudian slips.
