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no, you have not gotten rid of me. i took a small vacation, leaving doug to his own devices in the rehearsal space we have rented across the way from agent sparks and took a trip out to new mexico to see piper on set. i'm a very spoiled fiance and bitched to no one about how much time we actually got to spend together--meaning i slept pretty much as well as a lion or better--but i am also a very good fiance. she's had catering provided for her a lot recently, but that didn't stop me from working hard to have dinenr ready for her after a long hard day of work--meaning i ordered a pizza or take out pretty much every night. i also made sure she rested and didn't have to do anything but kick back and relax. not that she had assistants or anything.
really though, it felt like a vacation for me even if it wasn't for her. the shoe was on the other foot. i left early yesterday morning when she came in from filming a night scene and made sure i was awake. i wasn't. call it stalling, but i liked being close to her even if she was frustrated and dragging my heavy ass out of bed without help. she's cute when she's on a mission. i tucked her in and left before i clung to her leg like a kindergartner on his first day.
i went back to the house first thing so i could pack up and call my parents and ask how things were going, picked doug up because he refused to drive alone the pussy, and no more than an hour later i was on the road to tahoe. traffic was horrendous and i ended up getting to the hotel AFTER midnight so as soon as we checked in with markku and chris, we all made a toast. somehow, beer tasted different at 29 than it did at 28. it also seemed that my tolerance melted away and i was back at the early days of drinking. whatever the case, it is almost 4 am and we're all still up except for doug who never stays awake after more than 3 beers because he is a pussy. as for the rest of the day, we are waiting for the boyds and the significant others to arrive, alone with einzigers and frieds and poseys and anyone who feels like coming to tahoe. i was supposed to get really in depth about aging like i did last year but i didn't almost die between birthdays so i'll kick off the countdown to 30 feeling like i'll live forever.
really though, it felt like a vacation for me even if it wasn't for her. the shoe was on the other foot. i left early yesterday morning when she came in from filming a night scene and made sure i was awake. i wasn't. call it stalling, but i liked being close to her even if she was frustrated and dragging my heavy ass out of bed without help. she's cute when she's on a mission. i tucked her in and left before i clung to her leg like a kindergartner on his first day.
i went back to the house first thing so i could pack up and call my parents and ask how things were going, picked doug up because he refused to drive alone the pussy, and no more than an hour later i was on the road to tahoe. traffic was horrendous and i ended up getting to the hotel AFTER midnight so as soon as we checked in with markku and chris, we all made a toast. somehow, beer tasted different at 29 than it did at 28. it also seemed that my tolerance melted away and i was back at the early days of drinking. whatever the case, it is almost 4 am and we're all still up except for doug who never stays awake after more than 3 beers because he is a pussy. as for the rest of the day, we are waiting for the boyds and the significant others to arrive, alone with einzigers and frieds and poseys and anyone who feels like coming to tahoe. i was supposed to get really in depth about aging like i did last year but i didn't almost die between birthdays so i'll kick off the countdown to 30 feeling like i'll live forever.