My weekend.
On Friday night when I left work, I had big plans for this Monday morning entry. I was going to write about my fabulous weekend with George, my date for Saturday night, and the tremendous time I had. Instantly, Curtis was going to be a blip on the radar. Emily loves Curtis? Noooo. Emily loves George!
Wishful thinking. After work I sat on the T for the hour ride home to Newton (which is getting old), stopped by my apartment to change into jeans (dress pants--also getting old), stopped at the gas station to put five dollars worth in my car, and drove home to Salem to have dinner with Liz. We argued for a good hour about where to eat and we eventually settled on Uno's. We sit down and the bartender says, "Can I get you girls some soft drinks?" We looked at each other and shook our heads. "I'll have water while I look at the drink list," Liz said. "Yeah," I agreed.
"Girls, we've lost our liquor license."
WHAT?
Liz later admitted that she really wanted a drink, but being the sober, upstanding citizen she is, she said, "Oh ok, that's ok." You can call me an alcoholic, but I wanted to leave. It was Friday night after a long, boring week, and I wanted a freaking glass of wine. This was a serious predicament though. I wasn't going to argue with Liz about leaving because I couldn't get a drink because it would have made me look like a drunk! So I bit my lip and said, "Ok...that's fine."
The rest of the night was spent watching people's faces as the bartender offered them soft drinks and ruined their hopes and dreams of a drunken Friday night at Uno's.
Throughout this entire debacle, I was texting back and forth with George, and we agreed to meet the following night (Saturday) for dinner at 8:30.
Next day..I met up with Liz to run some errands, and by 5pm I still hadn't heard from George. I texted him: "Are we still on for tonight?" And he said "Yes, I'll call you when I get out of class." 7...7:30...8...8:30...9...9:30.
He wasn't going to call.
I felt so defeated. I had driven back to Newton from Salem thinking that I definitely had plans for the night. I would have just stayed home if he had canceled on me! No major loss. I could have called Alyssa--I knew she was going out. But I was cold and bitter and angry and rejected...I was lying in a towel under the covers crying and very very close to picking up my cell phone and calling you-know-who, but I was pretty sure that would have made me even more pathetic and I wasn't interested in feeling that way especially since I knew he wouldn't be happy to hear from me. At all.
Brendan called a few minutes after this. He knew about my "date" and wanted to see if the guy had actually called. Through stifled tears I explained the situation and he said he was coming over. He picked me up (flower in-hand) and we went to Union Street (which is formally known as Union Street Restaurant, Bar, and Patio not the Union Street Grill...weird). We laughed. It was fun. We watched Save the Last Dance and cuddled and kissed, but that was all.
Sunday I woke up and spent all day at Bunker Hill and now I'm back to work. Something to look forward to: Liz and I planned a trip to NYC. We're leaving on April 18th!
Wishful thinking. After work I sat on the T for the hour ride home to Newton (which is getting old), stopped by my apartment to change into jeans (dress pants--also getting old), stopped at the gas station to put five dollars worth in my car, and drove home to Salem to have dinner with Liz. We argued for a good hour about where to eat and we eventually settled on Uno's. We sit down and the bartender says, "Can I get you girls some soft drinks?" We looked at each other and shook our heads. "I'll have water while I look at the drink list," Liz said. "Yeah," I agreed.
"Girls, we've lost our liquor license."
WHAT?
Liz later admitted that she really wanted a drink, but being the sober, upstanding citizen she is, she said, "Oh ok, that's ok." You can call me an alcoholic, but I wanted to leave. It was Friday night after a long, boring week, and I wanted a freaking glass of wine. This was a serious predicament though. I wasn't going to argue with Liz about leaving because I couldn't get a drink because it would have made me look like a drunk! So I bit my lip and said, "Ok...that's fine."
The rest of the night was spent watching people's faces as the bartender offered them soft drinks and ruined their hopes and dreams of a drunken Friday night at Uno's.
Throughout this entire debacle, I was texting back and forth with George, and we agreed to meet the following night (Saturday) for dinner at 8:30.
Next day..I met up with Liz to run some errands, and by 5pm I still hadn't heard from George. I texted him: "Are we still on for tonight?" And he said "Yes, I'll call you when I get out of class." 7...7:30...8...8:30...9...9:30.
He wasn't going to call.
I felt so defeated. I had driven back to Newton from Salem thinking that I definitely had plans for the night. I would have just stayed home if he had canceled on me! No major loss. I could have called Alyssa--I knew she was going out. But I was cold and bitter and angry and rejected...I was lying in a towel under the covers crying and very very close to picking up my cell phone and calling you-know-who, but I was pretty sure that would have made me even more pathetic and I wasn't interested in feeling that way especially since I knew he wouldn't be happy to hear from me. At all.
Brendan called a few minutes after this. He knew about my "date" and wanted to see if the guy had actually called. Through stifled tears I explained the situation and he said he was coming over. He picked me up (flower in-hand) and we went to Union Street (which is formally known as Union Street Restaurant, Bar, and Patio not the Union Street Grill...weird). We laughed. It was fun. We watched Save the Last Dance and cuddled and kissed, but that was all.
Sunday I woke up and spent all day at Bunker Hill and now I'm back to work. Something to look forward to: Liz and I planned a trip to NYC. We're leaving on April 18th!