It’s the end of the day. The end of the weekend. I’ve been in bed for two hours. I haven’t felt well all day. Morgan had a dinner party last night. He served a vegetarian meal as the guest of honor had many dietary restrictions, which made a vegetarian meal the best option. Something he served didn’t agree with me. I took the bed in mid-afternoon in the hope that a nap would make me feel better. I do feel better now that I’m up.
Morgan met a guy he took an interest in. Morgan wants to build up his friend base but I got the impression the Morgan may have had more in mind given his partner has several men on the side. The man was the guest of honor last night. The man is an artist. I met the artist in passing a few years ago. I know the man’s work which is stellar. He’s one of the established heavy weights of the local art community which is one of the reasons I was invited to dinner.
A post-mortem about the dinner this morning with Morgan revealed there was too much talk about art last night. The guest of honor commanded the conversation for most of the night. I had an excellent time as I love talking to artists and talking about art. Morgan was not as pleased as I was. Morgan has decided not to continue to pursue a friendship with the man.
In other news, I spent time on Temptation Island on Friday night. The detective and I saw Bohemian Rhapsody after work. A late dinner followed the movie. The detective’s husband saw the movie with his boyfriend and another man in spite of the fact he had promised to go with the detective. Over dinner, the detective told me his husband has asked for a divorce. His husband has great timing given the detective has accepted a new position with another firm which will double his salary. I’m guessing the husband will ask for support given he only makes $30k a year and has lived a cushy life thanks to the detective. I listened but offered no advice or opinions. After dinner we called it a night. We didn’t drop trou.
The Corporate Slave 
Odd for something to make you feel unwell enough to go to bed, take care regarding that buddy. Husbands, boyfriends, husband’s boyfriend, husband’s boyfriends, what a tangled web we weave, I think I’m dizzy following that. I’m very old fashioned, I just want a regular gay husband with other gay friends that don’t mind coming over and having sex with us every now and again, you know, nothing too complicated.
Steven – it’s a very tangled web…..
At least you know a bit more where you stand with the detective’s relationship (I mean the divorce). I’m still hoping you reach the point when you’ll happily drop your trousers.
JP
what a mess. hope you feel better soon! how’s ferd?
JP – I’ll let you know when that happens.
AM – Ferd is doing well. He brought home two mice and bird last week.
Vegetarianism claims another victim. Has your stomach settled down? I hope you are okay.
I think you have a much higher tolerance for drama than I do. This situation with Mr. Detective sounds dramatic.
On the other hand, maybe you have made a new friend with the guest of honor? You could invite him for dinner and talk all the art you want.
Hopefully this finds you feeling better. The Detective’s husband sounds like a real trip.
OL – the artist offered to host the next dinner.
MC54 – I’m much better today. I haven’t met his husband. Not sure I want to.
You sure live an interesting life; I appreciate your sharing it
Dropping trou – this is a favorite expression in our house; it made me smile to read it here.
Spo – it just sounds better in print than it actually is,