My beautiful, wonderful darling
After I finished my last blog entry, I went over to the bed to gently wake David up. Well, just the very act of me moving the covers startled him out of his sleep... he kinda yelled and kicked his legs which in turn startled me and I screamed a little. I said "I was only trying to wake you up! Gently!"
Anyway, after that, I think we got ready to go to my parents' house to let the ferrets out to play and stuff. Which we did. Then we stopped at Qdoba for din-din after, which was yummy. I had the vegetarian nachos and he had a steak burrito. We came back to the hotel and just sort of hung out and stuff. I opened my Valentine's gift that he mailed to me... which turns out to be an adorable stuffed animal which I have named Elemouse because it looks like a cross between an elephant and a mouse. Ella for short. He also put a card in there, and I got him a 3rd card for V-day. (His little presents are back home in London right now, since I mailed them before I knew he would be here!) We opened the gifts and then around midnight, Colorado time, he said "Happy Valentine's Day, I love you!"
London and David's business are still on... guess what?... London time. So we prepared to receive phone calls starting at 02:00 or so. He did get two phone calls, but I slept through one of them. After the second one, he was up for good and came online for a bit. He also texted me some very private and naughty text messages... AND wrote a little love note on a piece of paper and stuck it near my glasses on the night table. It was a very pleasant way to start my day. So was some other private, romantic stuff that occurred. *dreamy sigh*
After awhile we got ready to go get some breakfast. We went to The Egg and I which was much better than the silly restaurant we went to yesterday with Fred. Very delicious. Then we went to one of the local malls and I purchased some hair care products and found another sea otter for my collection. While I was looking at the hair care products, trying to remember what I needed David chimed in and said "You use number 7." Awwwwwwwwww. That melted my heart some more, that he knew that, noticed that, remembered that. (It's the number for a Redken mousse.) I was going to get some lotion, which is the primary reason we were there, but changed my mind about it. Then I received a phone call from my therapist because I had called him before we left the hotel and left a message asking if he would like to meet David while he was in town. He did. We went back to the hotel to change our dirty shirts and set off. Met my therapist. Then I went to a drugstore and browsed around while David waited for an important business phone call.
Hmmm. After that I do believe we went back to the hotel and tried to take a nap. David, at this point, is totally knackered. He hasn't slept much and he is trying to adjust to having less oxygen in this thinner air. But he didn't get much sleep again. He got up and went online while I managed a little nap. I am coming down with another fucking cold. I probably caught it at work since apparently everyone at work has been sick. Sonofabitch. It just sucks.
I woke up and we decided to go for an "early" Valentine's dinner at The Olive Garden. This was best since it wouldn't be mobbed until later and besides... we kept saying "We're on London time and it's 22:00 there!" We had a wonderful server and the food was good too. David and I both had stuffed mushrooms to start, I had a salad and he had soup, then he had some seafood alfredo dish and I had eggplant parmigana. We were stuffed. When my salad was being served the waiter, named Philip, asked if I wanted cheese and I said "Go until you hit bone!" Philip obliged and then didn't have any left for David's soup! He had to go get more. LOL. Then another diner came over to me and said "Excuse me, I couldn't help but overhear you, first because of your lovely laugh and second, because I always ask them to put a pile of cheese on a separate plate and tell them 'I'll tell you when I get tired'." He then made a reference to an old Cheeto commercial here in America that David didn't get ("It ain't easy bein' cheezy!") and there you go. :-) It was all a very pleasant experience.
David and I wandered back over to the mall so he could browse through Borders. There wasn't much there, but he did buy some calendars. One ferret one and a Chicago Cubs one for me, and a Bones one for him. They were each a $1.
Then we headed to my parents' house again... tried to go see a neighbour so he could meet David but he was out... and we hung out for a bit and let the ferrets out again.
However. I have a story. Earlier in the afternoon my mom texted me and said "there's a present here at the house for you." Now she will give me a balloon, or a stuffed animal or even flowers for V-day sometimes... so I figured that was it. I told David. He asked "Does she usually give you gifts?" And I answered with the information I just told y'all. So he said "ooh, if there's a balloon, can we let the ferrets play with it?" I laughed and said "No, they'll pop it and scare the shit outta themselves!"
He kept saying that joke... "If it's a balloon I'm going to let the ferrets play with it."
So we get to the house and I forgot to look for this present. My mother said "There's something for you on the mantle piece." I looked and knew instantly what was up. It was a GORGEOUS bouquet of a dozen red roses in a clear vase. I looked at David and said something like "You knew all along, you doofus!" I read the card, and inhaled the fragrant flowers.
WHAT A WEEKEND.
First I get the BEST gift of all... my David coming to visit me. That would've been enough. He brought me a box of chocolates which he gave to me in DIA on Saturday morning. Then I got a cute stuffed animal gift and a card. Then I got incredible, intimate moments that are locked away in my memory, heart and soul forever. Including some love notes and texts. And finally... I got a beautiful bouquet of flowers.
*swoon*
We let the ferrets out and came back here. David is beyond exhausted and had some trouble falling asleep, but he's sleeping right now. I, unfortunately, just ate too many damn crisps that we have as snackies and I am deeply regretting that. Plus my throat is starting to feel like it's on fire. DAMMIT. I went without getting a cold for a few years and now I've had one every month this year so far. I hate this!!!! Also, my boss called me and asked me if I could work for a 10 hour shift tonight. The money would be nice but hell to the NO because David is here... and if David weren't here... I really can't accept much work anymore since I have to pack. Plus, right now, I'm getting sick. UGH. My boss left two message and I never returned his calls. I'll just say I left my phone where I forgot about it and oh, I'm getting ill myself. Which is mostly true... the getting ill part is unfortunately true.
David and I are sad about him having to leave tomorrow. It's going to be so hard, obviously. I kept trying to tell myself "This is time I didn't even know I was going to have with him!" And this is true. But it still isn't going to make it any easier to have to see him go. One thing that does help a little bit is knowing that we are in the process of this visa application now. As in, it has been received by the British consulate and the countdown is on.
I love him so much.
ETA: I wanted to point out that none of our cats were scared of David at all. We have one who can be skittish around people/strangers and even she was comfortable around him. In fact, this evening, all of them were in the same room, which is also rare, and I think that was because David was there. Awwwwww.
Anyway, after that, I think we got ready to go to my parents' house to let the ferrets out to play and stuff. Which we did. Then we stopped at Qdoba for din-din after, which was yummy. I had the vegetarian nachos and he had a steak burrito. We came back to the hotel and just sort of hung out and stuff. I opened my Valentine's gift that he mailed to me... which turns out to be an adorable stuffed animal which I have named Elemouse because it looks like a cross between an elephant and a mouse. Ella for short. He also put a card in there, and I got him a 3rd card for V-day. (His little presents are back home in London right now, since I mailed them before I knew he would be here!) We opened the gifts and then around midnight, Colorado time, he said "Happy Valentine's Day, I love you!"
London and David's business are still on... guess what?... London time. So we prepared to receive phone calls starting at 02:00 or so. He did get two phone calls, but I slept through one of them. After the second one, he was up for good and came online for a bit. He also texted me some very private and naughty text messages... AND wrote a little love note on a piece of paper and stuck it near my glasses on the night table. It was a very pleasant way to start my day. So was some other private, romantic stuff that occurred. *dreamy sigh*
After awhile we got ready to go get some breakfast. We went to The Egg and I which was much better than the silly restaurant we went to yesterday with Fred. Very delicious. Then we went to one of the local malls and I purchased some hair care products and found another sea otter for my collection. While I was looking at the hair care products, trying to remember what I needed David chimed in and said "You use number 7." Awwwwwwwwww. That melted my heart some more, that he knew that, noticed that, remembered that. (It's the number for a Redken mousse.) I was going to get some lotion, which is the primary reason we were there, but changed my mind about it. Then I received a phone call from my therapist because I had called him before we left the hotel and left a message asking if he would like to meet David while he was in town. He did. We went back to the hotel to change our dirty shirts and set off. Met my therapist. Then I went to a drugstore and browsed around while David waited for an important business phone call.
Hmmm. After that I do believe we went back to the hotel and tried to take a nap. David, at this point, is totally knackered. He hasn't slept much and he is trying to adjust to having less oxygen in this thinner air. But he didn't get much sleep again. He got up and went online while I managed a little nap. I am coming down with another fucking cold. I probably caught it at work since apparently everyone at work has been sick. Sonofabitch. It just sucks.
I woke up and we decided to go for an "early" Valentine's dinner at The Olive Garden. This was best since it wouldn't be mobbed until later and besides... we kept saying "We're on London time and it's 22:00 there!" We had a wonderful server and the food was good too. David and I both had stuffed mushrooms to start, I had a salad and he had soup, then he had some seafood alfredo dish and I had eggplant parmigana. We were stuffed. When my salad was being served the waiter, named Philip, asked if I wanted cheese and I said "Go until you hit bone!" Philip obliged and then didn't have any left for David's soup! He had to go get more. LOL. Then another diner came over to me and said "Excuse me, I couldn't help but overhear you, first because of your lovely laugh and second, because I always ask them to put a pile of cheese on a separate plate and tell them 'I'll tell you when I get tired'." He then made a reference to an old Cheeto commercial here in America that David didn't get ("It ain't easy bein' cheezy!") and there you go. :-) It was all a very pleasant experience.
David and I wandered back over to the mall so he could browse through Borders. There wasn't much there, but he did buy some calendars. One ferret one and a Chicago Cubs one for me, and a Bones one for him. They were each a $1.
Then we headed to my parents' house again... tried to go see a neighbour so he could meet David but he was out... and we hung out for a bit and let the ferrets out again.
However. I have a story. Earlier in the afternoon my mom texted me and said "there's a present here at the house for you." Now she will give me a balloon, or a stuffed animal or even flowers for V-day sometimes... so I figured that was it. I told David. He asked "Does she usually give you gifts?" And I answered with the information I just told y'all. So he said "ooh, if there's a balloon, can we let the ferrets play with it?" I laughed and said "No, they'll pop it and scare the shit outta themselves!"
He kept saying that joke... "If it's a balloon I'm going to let the ferrets play with it."
So we get to the house and I forgot to look for this present. My mother said "There's something for you on the mantle piece." I looked and knew instantly what was up. It was a GORGEOUS bouquet of a dozen red roses in a clear vase. I looked at David and said something like "You knew all along, you doofus!" I read the card, and inhaled the fragrant flowers.
WHAT A WEEKEND.
First I get the BEST gift of all... my David coming to visit me. That would've been enough. He brought me a box of chocolates which he gave to me in DIA on Saturday morning. Then I got a cute stuffed animal gift and a card. Then I got incredible, intimate moments that are locked away in my memory, heart and soul forever. Including some love notes and texts. And finally... I got a beautiful bouquet of flowers.
*swoon*
We let the ferrets out and came back here. David is beyond exhausted and had some trouble falling asleep, but he's sleeping right now. I, unfortunately, just ate too many damn crisps that we have as snackies and I am deeply regretting that. Plus my throat is starting to feel like it's on fire. DAMMIT. I went without getting a cold for a few years and now I've had one every month this year so far. I hate this!!!! Also, my boss called me and asked me if I could work for a 10 hour shift tonight. The money would be nice but hell to the NO because David is here... and if David weren't here... I really can't accept much work anymore since I have to pack. Plus, right now, I'm getting sick. UGH. My boss left two message and I never returned his calls. I'll just say I left my phone where I forgot about it and oh, I'm getting ill myself. Which is mostly true... the getting ill part is unfortunately true.
David and I are sad about him having to leave tomorrow. It's going to be so hard, obviously. I kept trying to tell myself "This is time I didn't even know I was going to have with him!" And this is true. But it still isn't going to make it any easier to have to see him go. One thing that does help a little bit is knowing that we are in the process of this visa application now. As in, it has been received by the British consulate and the countdown is on.
I love him so much.
ETA: I wanted to point out that none of our cats were scared of David at all. We have one who can be skittish around people/strangers and even she was comfortable around him. In fact, this evening, all of them were in the same room, which is also rare, and I think that was because David was there. Awwwwww.