My fabulous unfabulous weekend.
So here is the recap of my trip to Omaha.
Thursday - set my alarm for 8:30, woke up at 10. Rushed around, didn't get to put makeup on or shave, got to the airport at 11:00. Got on my plane and started freaking out. Thank god I had text messaging, my sister and Garvey talked me through my flight. Got to Chicago, walked probably 4 miles to get to my gate to Omaha. One there, I found out that another flight was being combined with mine, and they were kicking people off of the flight. The man next to me on the plane told me not to get up, or I would lose my seat. Flew on the tiniest plane ever, I genuinely thought that was how I was going to die. Flying into Omaha, I saw snow on the ground. SNOW. It was 55 in Boston, and I was leaving for 18 degree weather and motherfucking snow. Michael met me at the gate, and took me on an adventure in search of good beer (PBR and Red Stripe). We then went grocery shopping to get ingredients for baked ziti and meatballs. Went to his apartment, watched some of Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas, and then got hungry. On our way to Sonic (!) got a flat tire, stopped at a gas station and bought a pack of smokes and a lighter for $4.50 and was amazed by the price. We waited at the gas station for a while, then Michael's friend Travis came and picked us up. Went to a restaurant/bar and got a grilled chicken sandwich and hung out for a while. You can smoke in restaurants there, it really threw me off. Went back home, and instantly knew I was going to throw up from eating. I threw up, felt better, and passed out in bed. Apparently I'm a bed hog because Michael slept on the floor. Whoops.
Friday - Michael woke up and went off to try to fix his tire, there was some long process to replacing it. He came back, picked me up, and we went to get thai food. *WARNING - NAMEDROP AHEAD* At the restaurant we went to, The Faint, Cursive and one other band were all eating. I was un-starstruck. But my red curry was amazing. Mmmm. Tried again to get the tire fixed, that didn't happen, so we drove on the donut and went on an adventure for shoes. Nebraska has some horrible fashion trends. Yuck. Met up with a bunch of people to see Walk The Line. The movie theatre had a look-alike contest and a display of all sorts of Johnny Cash memorabilia. One creepy superfan had a glass box holding cotton from Johnny Cash's coffin. In the movie, we were surrounded by interesting hee-haw types, and had a woman right behind us who kept tapping her toe. We left the movie, went to a restaurant where I was made fun of for ordering a Bud Select, ate some buffalo chicken tenders and went home and slept. Again. I think Michael started on the floor that night. I can't remember, I got a bed, I was happy.
Saturday - woke up to a phone call from Travis telling us to be ready at 11:30am for STEAK! We rode in the car for what felt like forever, got to Whiskey Creek. We got out of the car and could smell the meat cooking. Most amazing smell ever. I got a 12oz. flat iron, well done, with a loaded baked potato and salad. Washed it down with a pint of Bud and some water. This steak was the most amazing thing I've ever consumed in recent memory. I was going to die from being so full, but I NEEDED to finish it. I just needed to. Sort of napped on the way home, went back to Michael's and watched Finding Nemo. Went on an adventure for shoes again, Wandered a mall and was disappointed by the selection (who wears moccasins?!?!) Went to a best buy-type store and Michael bought 8 DVDs (Mad Max, baby), and then found a Gap Body and I bought a ton of new stuff. All girls love buying bras and underwear. Really, we do. Went back to Michael's, I made baked ziti and meatballs (he had NEVER had baked ziti), drank some beer and watched Mad Max. Travis called and summoned us to a bar around the corner, where I got to see the locals in action. Interesting place. Drank a high life, went back to Michael's, drank more, and fell asleep watching Uncle Buck.
Sunday - woke up, showered, got packed up, and went to the airport. Got a hug (the only contact I had all weekend) from Michael, and got on my plane to Chicago. Once in Chicago, called Pete, got the update on his weekend and realized how much I missed his goofy self. He would have appreciated all the jokes I was making that made Michael feel awkward, i.e. pointing at an oversized christmas ornament and saying "Oh, THAT'S where I left it." Got on the plane to Boston, got into town, and went on to Roman's. Saw some people, caught up, had some beer and went home.
All in all it was a good weekend, I think people didn't expect me to just go and eat food and sleep a lot. I needed an escape from all the drama and crud of Boston, and was able to come home with a clear mind and not get wrapped up in it all over again. Yay me.
Thursday - set my alarm for 8:30, woke up at 10. Rushed around, didn't get to put makeup on or shave, got to the airport at 11:00. Got on my plane and started freaking out. Thank god I had text messaging, my sister and Garvey talked me through my flight. Got to Chicago, walked probably 4 miles to get to my gate to Omaha. One there, I found out that another flight was being combined with mine, and they were kicking people off of the flight. The man next to me on the plane told me not to get up, or I would lose my seat. Flew on the tiniest plane ever, I genuinely thought that was how I was going to die. Flying into Omaha, I saw snow on the ground. SNOW. It was 55 in Boston, and I was leaving for 18 degree weather and motherfucking snow. Michael met me at the gate, and took me on an adventure in search of good beer (PBR and Red Stripe). We then went grocery shopping to get ingredients for baked ziti and meatballs. Went to his apartment, watched some of Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas, and then got hungry. On our way to Sonic (!) got a flat tire, stopped at a gas station and bought a pack of smokes and a lighter for $4.50 and was amazed by the price. We waited at the gas station for a while, then Michael's friend Travis came and picked us up. Went to a restaurant/bar and got a grilled chicken sandwich and hung out for a while. You can smoke in restaurants there, it really threw me off. Went back home, and instantly knew I was going to throw up from eating. I threw up, felt better, and passed out in bed. Apparently I'm a bed hog because Michael slept on the floor. Whoops.
Friday - Michael woke up and went off to try to fix his tire, there was some long process to replacing it. He came back, picked me up, and we went to get thai food. *WARNING - NAMEDROP AHEAD* At the restaurant we went to, The Faint, Cursive and one other band were all eating. I was un-starstruck. But my red curry was amazing. Mmmm. Tried again to get the tire fixed, that didn't happen, so we drove on the donut and went on an adventure for shoes. Nebraska has some horrible fashion trends. Yuck. Met up with a bunch of people to see Walk The Line. The movie theatre had a look-alike contest and a display of all sorts of Johnny Cash memorabilia. One creepy superfan had a glass box holding cotton from Johnny Cash's coffin. In the movie, we were surrounded by interesting hee-haw types, and had a woman right behind us who kept tapping her toe. We left the movie, went to a restaurant where I was made fun of for ordering a Bud Select, ate some buffalo chicken tenders and went home and slept. Again. I think Michael started on the floor that night. I can't remember, I got a bed, I was happy.
Saturday - woke up to a phone call from Travis telling us to be ready at 11:30am for STEAK! We rode in the car for what felt like forever, got to Whiskey Creek. We got out of the car and could smell the meat cooking. Most amazing smell ever. I got a 12oz. flat iron, well done, with a loaded baked potato and salad. Washed it down with a pint of Bud and some water. This steak was the most amazing thing I've ever consumed in recent memory. I was going to die from being so full, but I NEEDED to finish it. I just needed to. Sort of napped on the way home, went back to Michael's and watched Finding Nemo. Went on an adventure for shoes again, Wandered a mall and was disappointed by the selection (who wears moccasins?!?!) Went to a best buy-type store and Michael bought 8 DVDs (Mad Max, baby), and then found a Gap Body and I bought a ton of new stuff. All girls love buying bras and underwear. Really, we do. Went back to Michael's, I made baked ziti and meatballs (he had NEVER had baked ziti), drank some beer and watched Mad Max. Travis called and summoned us to a bar around the corner, where I got to see the locals in action. Interesting place. Drank a high life, went back to Michael's, drank more, and fell asleep watching Uncle Buck.
Sunday - woke up, showered, got packed up, and went to the airport. Got a hug (the only contact I had all weekend) from Michael, and got on my plane to Chicago. Once in Chicago, called Pete, got the update on his weekend and realized how much I missed his goofy self. He would have appreciated all the jokes I was making that made Michael feel awkward, i.e. pointing at an oversized christmas ornament and saying "Oh, THAT'S where I left it." Got on the plane to Boston, got into town, and went on to Roman's. Saw some people, caught up, had some beer and went home.
All in all it was a good weekend, I think people didn't expect me to just go and eat food and sleep a lot. I needed an escape from all the drama and crud of Boston, and was able to come home with a clear mind and not get wrapped up in it all over again. Yay me.