This week went by in a blur. In all honesty, I didn't even realize that it was Friday until about 1:30 and I question whether Wednesday even happened. The week was unremarkable, with the exception of going to see Wicked the musical Tuesday night. The show was fantastic and followed in the tradition of The Phantom of the Opera, as in it revolved around intricate, breathtaking sets, and elaborate, opulent costumes. Certainly worth seeing.
Now, while this past week was far from extraordinary, I am going to Chester tomorrow to see how these Brits show gay pride. Apparently there's some sort of rally or festival going on this weekend. I expect that it shall be much like what we would get in Provincetown in Massachusetts on a weekly basis in the summer or what you'd find in a Twilight movie. Anyhow, in lieu of either writing about an average week (boring for me) or about random philosophical musings (boring for you), I ask that you give me a couple of days to go experience something a little off-kilter. I shall relate my findings on Sunday night and give a full report! Besides, it's almost 1 am here and I'm not sure if I want to even try to crank out entertaining prose at this hour.
Anyhow, I'm sorry to extend your suspense, but bear with me and hope that I don't get hit on by any single gay guys. That would be rather awkward and undesirable to me, but then again, it could make for an amusing story.
Good night!
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