I had a good friend come into town this weekend. Friday night was great for us both. I went and played poker across the street with some new friends. I ended up breaking even but the aftermath of entertainment totally made the night worthwhile. Let's just say one of the guys I was with ate at the diner with no shoes on. Talk about classic. I was on cloud nine for multiple reasons. TP returned from his adventures and came in singing, "I'm in LOVE!" We both were in such great moods.
We spent the day Saturday doing; my laundry, eating tasty pizza, drinking at Bailey's, buying goods at the pet store, and reminiscing about the people we are currently crushing on hardcore. We then were invited over to my friend's apartment for game night. The forecast for Sunday was looking disgusting so he decided to have our tradition a night early. I was excited because I was in such a great mood and ready to kick some butt at whatever game we were going to play. On the way to J2's we stopped at the wine shop and I purchased my favorite Vouvray. It's kind of pricey but I haven't had it in a while and what better way to enjoy it than with great friends on a Saturday evening.
We finally arrived at the top of J2's apartment sweating our asses off but ready to relax and enjoy the great view his apartment offers. The wine was delicious. TP had to leave early to go meet his friend/crush, we both winked at each other hoping to reunite with fun stories in the morning.
After a couple hours of hanging out and socializing the food was finally ready. Oh man, was it worth the wait! The food that J2 and S made/grilled was extremely tasty and I was in heaven. After stuffing ourselves with the great food it was time to play Monopoly. Game on!
How can I put this? Everyone there including myself are complete smartasses. I am probably Queen Smartass. However, for personal reasons I just couldn't handle it, AT ALL. I was on the verge of tears and had to get the hell outta dodge. I did just that. We had a five minute break to prepare for cheesecake, something I had been looking forward to the entire evening. However, I left while it was being cut. I hurried to gather all of my things including Teddy. By the time I got to the bottom of the stairs in J2's apartment the flood gates had opened and I was balling my eyes out. The walk home was a total blur except for running into a sweet couple that thought Teddy was sooooo cute. I then looked up at them and they quickly backed off and made the scariest faces. (Looking back its highly entertaining and I am laughing about it as I type.) I ran up the stairs once I got home, unlocked the door, changed my clothes, got a roll of toilet paper out, and cried myself to sleep.
At approximately 2:30am TP arrived doing exactly the same thing.
Sunday was spent, sleeping, sulking, walking, eating, and crying. Absolutely 100% depressing. It also didn't help that it was pouring rain the entire day. Once we both finally woke up we strolled to the park and sat on a bench watching the river. It was humid, cloudy, and depressing. It suited us perfectly. We then ate at the diner down the street and followed it with a beer at Bailey's. When we were ready to go back to my place it was raining cats and dogs. I danced all the way home barefoot, skipping and singing. It made me feel alive again.
So to sum up my entire weekend: excited, happy, joyful, infatuated, singing, pissed, crying, sulking, talking, singing, dancing, smiling, and realizing that out of all the days of trying to be an optimist, I am allowed one day to even things out. :)
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