What was I thinking?

Had a good rehearsal yesterday, we are really shaping up for our performance in Miami Sunday and Monday. Finally got the shirt from Penney's in the mail, so that is taken care of. I don't want to hear nothing about no shirts again! I went to Streetbar last night for drinking and karaoke. I was doing well, trying new songs that I will never do again, and having scotch and sodas. Phil, from the chorus, bought me a drink, and then when I came back from singing, there was another one. I drank that one, I think, and then RC wanted to buy me a shot. I downed that, and then it was time to leave. RC tried to get me into a cab, but I had my car there & didn't want to leave it. He followed me to my car and asked me to take him home. What else could I do? After throwing up a couple of times, I drove us to his house. I don't remember much about the ride there. We went to the back bedroom and it was really about cuddling and keep each other company. He is lonely, and craves companionship. I believe he has a long distance sugar daddy, and as usual, the boy has everything except that one thing he needs. Better to be poor and together than rich and apart. His bedroom is the void of all light. Stayed way too late in the morning, and the rest of the day was shot. Sang at the Power baseball game, the national anthem along with the rest of the chorus. I leave for Miami tomorrow night, so my wild adventure in Florida will start then...