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Sunday 7:25 p.m.: Surprise! Kim shows up at the Cafe, wondering where
her rechargeable batteries are. She's in town to get her stuff.
Sunday 8 p.m.: Find out my schedule for the coming week. Two unexpected days off, Monday and Tuesday.
Sunday 9 p.m.: Home from work. The sequence of events begins which is already documented here. It's good to spend some time with Kim, i'd missed the girl lots.
Monday 4 a.m.: It's determined that there is indeed enough room for me to fit in Kim's now fully packed car on it's way back to Louisville, just barely. I call Ben and tell him I'll be there later that morning. How am I getting back to Bloomington? I dunno. So excited I can't sleep until after six.
Monday 10 a.m.: Kim and I hit the road. My face is about six inches from the top of the windshield and i can't feel my legs most of the time, but it was a good trip. The new limit doesn't significantly change the speed at which Kim drives. We sing.
Monday 1 p.m.: first stop, New Albany. My handsome man is still asleep, but not for long. He seems pretty happy to see me. I'm ecstatic.
Monday 6 p.m. : Ben and I get some grub at Mai Thai in Jeff. I realize that, as usual, I am telling lots of silly and pointless anecdotes from my childhood. We talk about curry and cartoons, and I order satay just because it comes with peanut sauce, which i eat on everything. it's beautiful and cool and windy outside. Ben complains about his hair being wavy, but I think it's adorable. I'm a sucker for guys when their hair is mussed up a bit. especially this one.
Monday 8 p.m.: Do you know what day it is? We head to Shawn's for another installment of Box Wine Monday. Benny Paine gets angry about subtitles and Will makes me eat potatoes. Surprisingly, this is the only time i find myself watching video games the whole time i'm here.
Tuesday 1 a.m. : Ben and I relax for a couple hours at Flannegan's Pub in the Highlands. The clientele is not quite as I'd remembered it, but the food is still pretty good. For presenting itself as an irish pub, it's odd that the place specializes in gourmet pizza and frufru martinis. It makes me think of Peter and Steve, good memories. Just before we leave, some friendly Chicagoans (?) buy us each a shot. I request a B-52 and the Grand Marnier makes my stomach feel warm and fuzzy for a long, long time.
Tuesday 6 a.m?. : Warm blanket, the perfect company, and some quality dvd programming. Despite my best efforts to keep the day from coming to an end, my eyes just won't stay open any longer. The last thing I remember is Jon Stewart smirking at his own jokes. Ben always calls me goofy when I'm sleepy, and then tucks me in. There's a new pillow. Sleep comes heavily. I don't remember my dreams, but they are heavy, too. Like wading through a river wearing tennis shoes.
Tuesday 4 p.m.: After sleeping in so late, it takes a while to get going. We abandon our idea of saving money by not going out to eat and just decide to go the cheap and greasy route--I end up eating Long John Silvers for the first time in many many moons. I try tartar sauce again because I can never remember what it tastes like. It's not great. We hang out at the house for a bit with Aaron, clean up, get ready for the MC Chris show. My toes get a fresh coat of black polish. They still don't look like my toes this way, but I like it anyway.
Tuesday 8:30 p.m.: Uncle Pleasant's is pleasantly packed for the MC Chris show, though unpleasantly hotter than hell in the main room once things get going. Aaron, Wendy, Alex, Shannon, and some other familiar faces keep things interesting as we wait through the bleh opening acts. MC Chris puts on a great show and comes off as a real swell guy. my favorite moment of the evening is still the look on Ben's face just before and after he realizes that Shannon was the one who grabbed his ass, not me.
Wednesday 12 a.m.: I say goodbye to everyone, including my very sweaty Ben, and get on the road back to Bloomington. Aaron offers to drive me back and earns a spot on my good list for generations to come. I try my darndest to stay awake and be good company on the drive, but I keep starting conversations and then falling asleep a couple sentences in. Aaron, bless his heart, sleeps on my living room floor (the couch is taken) and is incredibly good natured about the whole thing. He gets eggs and biscuits in the morning and I just barely make it to the cafe in time to open at nine.
Sunday 8 p.m.: Find out my schedule for the coming week. Two unexpected days off, Monday and Tuesday.
Sunday 9 p.m.: Home from work. The sequence of events begins which is already documented here. It's good to spend some time with Kim, i'd missed the girl lots.
Monday 4 a.m.: It's determined that there is indeed enough room for me to fit in Kim's now fully packed car on it's way back to Louisville, just barely. I call Ben and tell him I'll be there later that morning. How am I getting back to Bloomington? I dunno. So excited I can't sleep until after six.
Monday 10 a.m.: Kim and I hit the road. My face is about six inches from the top of the windshield and i can't feel my legs most of the time, but it was a good trip. The new limit doesn't significantly change the speed at which Kim drives. We sing.
Monday 1 p.m.: first stop, New Albany. My handsome man is still asleep, but not for long. He seems pretty happy to see me. I'm ecstatic.
Monday 6 p.m. : Ben and I get some grub at Mai Thai in Jeff. I realize that, as usual, I am telling lots of silly and pointless anecdotes from my childhood. We talk about curry and cartoons, and I order satay just because it comes with peanut sauce, which i eat on everything. it's beautiful and cool and windy outside. Ben complains about his hair being wavy, but I think it's adorable. I'm a sucker for guys when their hair is mussed up a bit. especially this one.
Monday 8 p.m.: Do you know what day it is? We head to Shawn's for another installment of Box Wine Monday. Benny Paine gets angry about subtitles and Will makes me eat potatoes. Surprisingly, this is the only time i find myself watching video games the whole time i'm here.
Tuesday 1 a.m. : Ben and I relax for a couple hours at Flannegan's Pub in the Highlands. The clientele is not quite as I'd remembered it, but the food is still pretty good. For presenting itself as an irish pub, it's odd that the place specializes in gourmet pizza and frufru martinis. It makes me think of Peter and Steve, good memories. Just before we leave, some friendly Chicagoans (?) buy us each a shot. I request a B-52 and the Grand Marnier makes my stomach feel warm and fuzzy for a long, long time.
Tuesday 6 a.m?. : Warm blanket, the perfect company, and some quality dvd programming. Despite my best efforts to keep the day from coming to an end, my eyes just won't stay open any longer. The last thing I remember is Jon Stewart smirking at his own jokes. Ben always calls me goofy when I'm sleepy, and then tucks me in. There's a new pillow. Sleep comes heavily. I don't remember my dreams, but they are heavy, too. Like wading through a river wearing tennis shoes.
Tuesday 4 p.m.: After sleeping in so late, it takes a while to get going. We abandon our idea of saving money by not going out to eat and just decide to go the cheap and greasy route--I end up eating Long John Silvers for the first time in many many moons. I try tartar sauce again because I can never remember what it tastes like. It's not great. We hang out at the house for a bit with Aaron, clean up, get ready for the MC Chris show. My toes get a fresh coat of black polish. They still don't look like my toes this way, but I like it anyway.
Tuesday 8:30 p.m.: Uncle Pleasant's is pleasantly packed for the MC Chris show, though unpleasantly hotter than hell in the main room once things get going. Aaron, Wendy, Alex, Shannon, and some other familiar faces keep things interesting as we wait through the bleh opening acts. MC Chris puts on a great show and comes off as a real swell guy. my favorite moment of the evening is still the look on Ben's face just before and after he realizes that Shannon was the one who grabbed his ass, not me.
Wednesday 12 a.m.: I say goodbye to everyone, including my very sweaty Ben, and get on the road back to Bloomington. Aaron offers to drive me back and earns a spot on my good list for generations to come. I try my darndest to stay awake and be good company on the drive, but I keep starting conversations and then falling asleep a couple sentences in. Aaron, bless his heart, sleeps on my living room floor (the couch is taken) and is incredibly good natured about the whole thing. He gets eggs and biscuits in the morning and I just barely make it to the cafe in time to open at nine.