WYSIWYG last night was terrific as always, with several repeat performers and several new ones. And it left me feeling inferior and bummed out, which is my own issue to deal with, of course. I hid it from everyone except Matt. Afterwards, everyone went to Phoenix and I had a couple of Coronas, which Jon insulted. (They’ll get you back, Jon – they’ll get you back.) Matt’s warm arm around my shoulders, smooches on my cheek, and hand on my leg helped cheer me up from earlier in the evening.

Tomorrow will be the last day that I use the World Trade Center PATH station on a regular basis. I’m helping Matt move to the new digs on Friday (although I won’t be moving in all my stuff until sometime next month), and starting next week, when I commute to work from there, I’ll be taking the Sixth Avenue PATH line, which is my less favorite of the two. That Christopher-Street-to-New-Jersey ride is so damn slow. But I’ll be walking through the Village every morning on my way to the station, which will be so neat.

I’ve figured out that the closest gay bar to our new place (I think) will be Pieces on Christopher Street. I discovered Pieces a few years ago, and its lack of pretension made it my regular gay bar for a few months. Now it’ll be just a five-minute walk away. We actually did a test run the other night – we went there with David, who was in town, and were joined later by Jere. David proved quite popular with one of the bar patrons; Jere has the rest of the story from after Matt and I left.

(By the way, if you were at WYSIWYG last night and kept hearing something that sounded like a mule going through its death throes, that was Jere laughing. Jere has the most insane laugh of anyone I’ve ever met. I brought this up with him later, but he doesn’t seem able to control it. Poor guy.)

Anyway – the preparations for the big move continue, and I need to get my ass in gear as far as writing, and that’s the news from Lake Tinmanicville.