Last Friday night I had the best Friday in a very long time. Thanks to great company, a stranger at Starbucks, an Incredible surprise, and my new addiction. No thanks to Blockbuster.
I met AP and Toxic at Blue Goose. I haven't seen Toxic in a very long time, so it was good for the first 15 minutes because Toxic does what Toxic is. We waited for AP's husband and his pals to join us for dinner. As the hostess was walking us to our table, I said a silent prayer but knew it was worthless and inevitable that I was going to be seated next to Toxic. She knew nobody else as well as she knew me and that is my luck. Thank goodness AP provided a buffer on my other side. I really enjoy the company of the rest of the table and for that I was doomed. In true form, Toxic went on and on about how tired she was from work, how there are no men in her life, and how I, her 'single' friend was going to go out with her to find some men. Toxic has a problem, she cannot conceive of Incredible. For some odd reason, she cannot see us as a couple. I don't mind going out with her so she can meet some men but until she realizes I have a man, then that is on hold.
When my cell phone is off or on silent, that's when it decides to ring off the hook and give me a ton of missed calls and messages.
After dinner I looked at my phone and Incredible had called 4 times. Someone misses me because I think he is in New Orleans. Boy, was I wrong. He missed his flight out and is in town for the night. Whoo hoo! I quickly drive to Blockbuster before meeting him at his place. I am determined to make the rest of the weekend a Blockbuster Weekend. I really want to see Dogville, Birth, I Heart Huckabees, and Finding Neverland. I'm real in thinking that out of all those I listed, probably at least 2 will leave with me. Ha--joke on me and a big "F you" to Blockbuster. Is it just me or ever since they've had "no late fees", there has been a reduction in New Release availabilities. When you look on the shelf and what used to be a whole section of copies and copies of the one movie, is now a bleak two rows. Is that just where I live?
I left empty handed. Oh, well--maybe HBO will be entertaining. Ha ha ha ha...yeah, right.
Since Incredible had to make an early flight out the next day, he wanted to be cool and chill at Starbucks. On a Friday night?!?! Since I am always the life of the party, I carry fun things with me at all times. These past weeks, it's been crossword puzzles. I am so addicted. If you don't hear from me in a month's time, please call A&E's Intervention. Since I'm addicted, so is Incredible. We're co-dependent like that. (Toxic, can you hear me?)
Let me make this clear: He suggested Starbucks and he suggested that we do a crossword puzzle at Starbucks.
Can it get cuter? Oh, but it did...I had to go home first because the weather took on a cold front which I was not appropriately dressed to handle. I decided to take on the French-Cafe look. When in Rome, or Starbucks. I put on a long sleeve white tee shirt, dark jeans, my camel heels, a scarf, and a felt bucket hat. And I ordered hot chocolate---take that! We sat outside, it was cold but not that cold, and we did our crossword puzzle...okay, we did about five puzzles. While sitting there stumped, this woman came up to us and told us that we looked adorable.
Why, thank you. You know I soaked it up and Incredible rolled his eyes, saying "that brings me to a question". Uh oh. This ain't good. We are at a coffee house, which I will let you in on a secret: I have been dumped at a public place before. So, thanks to that asshole, I get nervous when something like that sounds like it's brewing...
"Seriously, would you want to live together?"
Seriously---let me think about it. Jokingly, I was kidding when I brought it up last week, really, I was. I'm seriously thinking about it and doing the pro/con lists like you would not believe.
I'd live with Incredible
Halving the rent and bills
Bigger, newer, better apartment
Security: crime wise and relationship wise
He spends 60/40 of his time out of town
I'd be living with a boy
Nothing is sacred
Would we share a closet?