So Saturday was a great adventure. 160 miles of metro highways, biways, county roads and getting lost. So my sense of direction has not improved. In any case it was good fun.
Saturday morning, I picked Clint up and we went to the very illustrious Pep Boys to purchase none other than some super head lights - they weren't the "brightest head lights in the free world" that the Pep Boys clerk suggested but they are nice n bright. Clinton did his super boyfriend duty by changing them in the Sports Authority parking lot. Gold Stars were given. Then we decided to go to the Mall of America- due to road construction we get lost, We decided to go there cause it's big and we had random things to find and it seemed logical to go to the biggest conglomorate of stores. On the detour of getting lost we passed exits for the following shopping places: Riverdale, Northtown, Southdale, Eden Prairie Shopping, Ridgedale, so basically everything except for Brookdale and Maplewood. We finally arrive at the Mall of Too Many People. We went, we shopped, we got peopled out and left. My objective of getting a new spring coat was achieved the other items - not so much.
Then we were hungry, I was also hot and smelly as I was wearing a sweater that was not condusive to the warmer temperatures. It was then decided, I needed deoderant and a shirt after we indulged ourselves at pf changs.
On the way to lunch- my sister called and I answered the phone. She wanted to know what I wanted for my birthday. I get off the phone, Clint and I eat lunch. My sister had texted me this bizzare message - I call to get the drama - when I shouldn't have.
So yesterday, Dave had some golf thing for work to attend. He asked me to be his designated driver- I dropped him off at the golf course a little before 9 am. He stated that he should be done around 6 but he would call, and we could go out for a Saturday night date night.
Well I went about my day, got my hair cut and my eyebrows and lip waxed - endured the pain an agony for beauty. Came home - vegged out, took a nap. Fixed my hair from the nap -- put on make up and looked super cute for date night.
6: no call, no text.
7: no call, no text.
7:15 I text him inquiring on his best guess for time -- they are eating dinner right now.
I'm slightly irritated at this time, but make a bowl of nacho cheese fiesta soup and eat it since I won't be going out to dinner for date night. But maybe we can catch a late movie.
8:00 Text received - almost done
8:15 I head out the door pull out of the drive way, get around the corner and get another text.
8:16 Text reads something to the effect that there is a benifit and it will be awhile.
9:00 Figure that it will be over with by 9:30 and I'm 20 minutes away so I leave my house.
9:15 Sitting in dark almost empty golf course parking lot, text Dave to tell him I am here when he's done.
9:20 Receive text that he's not there - he's downtown Minneapolis. A good half hour from this dark secluded parking lot in the midst of cornfields.
9:21 Leaving the golf course and calling Dave.
9:21-9:30 Conversation filled with his drunken apologies. I'm irritated, sober and try to be the fantastic girlfriend I am - I offer to pick his drunk ass up but he can't call after 11.
9:45 Arrive at the gas station to get essential pissed off goodies - i.e. diet coke and cigarettes.
10:00 arrive home, watch tv - get fuming mad and ready for bed, feel disappointed and irritated and chaulk it up to stupid boyfirend behavior.
11:00 In bed, retainer in mouth, head on pillow, cat snuggled with me watching SNL.
11:01 Receive text: Do you want to meet me at my house?
11:02 Receive text: Cause if you're not coming over I'll stay at my friend place.
11:03 Sent text: I'll come over - but I'm not putting clothes on I'm in my jammies.
11:04 Yes, I do believe this is the first every booty call from the boyfriend. I'll humor him but he's not getting any tonight.
11:05 Call dave. no answer
11:05 Text dave - Do you want me to come over?
11:06 Receive call - I got a ride home are you coming over?
11:07 yes, I'm coming over, I'll see you in 30 minutes, are you going to be passed out when I get there? "No"
11:10 In my car pulling out of the driveway, receive call from Dave aka Drunkaroo who has been drinking now since 9:30 am. Are you coming over? Yes, I'm in the car - Oh well I just got a text -- I sent that to you before you called earlier. Oh ok - I want you to come over. Ok I'm on my way.
11:45ish Arrive at dave's clad in my pink snow flake fleece pants and wsu t-shirt and green hoodie -- all items pretty much a fashion no no - and when put together I look hideous. My face has been washed and my hair is now a disaster so much for cute date night.
12:00 We're in bed cuddling and he's telling me about his day and how he won an XYZ tee shirt and pocket knife. I proclaim that's amazing since the best thing I get is a safety packet in June for safety month.
12:30 He's still apologizing and smells of alcohol and his deoderant has given out on him. So pleasant. But we make up from our first little fight.
7:00 am He wants to snugggle and make out & be romantic on a Sunday morning.
I mumble to him that if he wakes me up - I'm going to be up and I will make it miserable for him to try and sleep. He persists. We snuggle and fall back asleep.
8:30 He wants to snugggle and make out & be romantic on a Sunday morning.
I mumble to him that if he wakes me up - I'm going to be up and I will make it miserable for him to try and sleep. He persists. We snuggle and fall back asleep.
11:00 I wake up - I know a miracle that I was able to go back to sleep. Tickle fights and the idea of going to lunch is tossed around.
11:30 I get out of bed - get dressed in the clothes I wore on Friday - can't very well go out in the world wearing snow flake pajama pants.
11:31 Look in the mirror and see the disaster that is my hair complete with the 20 products my hair chick used to make me fantastically beautiful - now looks like small animals have taken refuge in my hair. Shower is needed.
12:10 We are both showered - I'm dressed and Dave is in his robe and he wants me to go out an get sandwhiches... he has to call his insurance adjusters for some issue - fine - I go to subway get us our sandwhiches. Have a horrible experience at subway that is going to be a completely separate post.
12:40 I get back - we eat our subs and then he puts on sports so we both take a nap on the couch.
4:00 I get up from the nap - get a diet coke, gather my things tell Dave I have to go do laundry and go home to get ready for the week. He gets up gives me a hug and kiss goodbye.
Labels: date night, dave, Drinking, driving, grrr
So the other day I was in the car and yes, I'm one of those people that sings in the car. I do it to pass the time, to torture myself and for a variety of other reasons.
So on came an Ace of Base song and there I was in the car jamming out. But then the stupid song got stuck in my head.
I saw the sign and opened up my mind I saw the sign.
What a horrible song to have in your head. SO horrible in fact that I sacrificed quality music time to listed to some NPR.
But no, 3 days later I still have the stupid song in my head.
As mentioned earlier today -- I like radio with songs -- bonified songs- lyrics- melodies etc. And this weekend of all weekend I am flipping through the radio stations as I'm heading home. Bad Country that comes in fuzzy. Rap-like beats that will give me a headache. Church talk radio. Best of all decades that keeps cutting out. My home radion stations that also cutting out -- where am I? I'm in some weird radio warp where nothing except NPR is working. So I listen --- and keep listening --and I get a little road rage with someone that cuts me off when he's merging on to the highway. I continue on -- listening to NPR -- even after I was well in radio range of my own personal station. NPR has hte ability to take over your mind. The hypnotic voices -- now I fully understand how it was on for 8 hours yesterday.
Shaking my head -- I should have just listened to Barry Manilow's greatest hits.
So I normally try to avoid hitting things while driving. I've never hit a person, or pet, or turtle or goose or duck -- I'm sure I've squished some bugs -- but never a four legged animal. I've never hit another car -- maybe a traffic cone back in the "let practice parallel parking"days.
I was driving to the picturesque country road -- lots of curves -- nice tree lines -- cute country homes... then I got to the stop sign -- went through and then it turned into town home central.. ugh they are popping up everywhere -- that's topic for another blog... in the street was a squirrel.
He's made it to the other side -- on no, he's running back --- on no he's turned around again -- I swerve -- and hit him. Thump. I look in my rearview mirror -- no twitching, no movement -- I killed a squirrel and I tried to miss him!
Sorry squirrelly! I didn't mean too!
