One more spring... winter... whatever

Just turned 29 the day before yesterday. It felt strange because I don't feel 29 and I don't feel late 20s and I don't feel that next year will be good-bye 20s, hello 30s. I tried to have fun yesterday but couldn't, maybe because I'd had some fun the previous day. On Friday we decided to go to Kitsch, after drinking some booze in the house. It was fun. I saw a few people from last week and met new people. Music wasn't the best (it never is to be honest) but I managed to kiss in the mouth, a Tunisian guy who already lived in Italy. It was ok, the guy was good-looking but I did it at Kitsch, where the other guy knows everybody. We left late, the guy invited me over, I said no and went home. Never heard from Damien again. I told him we would go to Kitsch on Saturday, but he never showed up. We went to a birthday party Saturday early in the evening, I don't remember the name of the place but I'd never seen so many tall good-looking guys together here in Krakow. Music was great, all the London hits one after another, though the DJ looked so sad... Maybe he wanted to be doing something else at that time while everybody was having fun (or trying to).
Kitsch was different. I don't know, maybe because the guy wasn't there and I hadn't had any RedBulls. We talked to a few people at the beginning, one couple danced with us for some time along the night, she looked like a lesbian but she was interested in one guy on the dancefloor and the guy looked great but Junior thinks he wants to get out of the closet but doesn't know how. They seemed nice and we exchanged phones, maybe we'll meet again. Junior went to Coccoon and Patricia and I stayed. I got drunk and we started talking with a gay couple, one from Ireland, the other Polish. Then I started talking to the bartender, I dont know if he was gay or not, I just know he was interested in me, but not IN me, I mean, he wanted to know what I had to say or something, or speak English, go figure. The manager had to call him a couple of times to serve customers. We left shortly after and went home. I had a sandwich and started feeling melancholic.
I did nothing the next day, apart from going to the supermarket and buying some proper food. I finally ate chicken! I watched TV the whole day, even though the sun was shining and it wasn't that cold, about 3ºC. There's nothing else to watch apart from BBC World, Bloomberg and Deutsch Welle, and I can't watch the news anymore, it's making me crazy... I found a French Sci-Fi / Horror channel which sometimes shows American and British subtitled movies. It's awful but it's the only thing we have.
Still adapting, I guess. And the birthday didn't help much either. I spoke to Adri and Leti on the phone and I thought about so many things from London, you know?
I'm not texting this guy again, if he ever writes back. I think I'm going to Warszawa next weekend, just waiting to hear from Seweryn.