Long weekends and raindrops
Friday...Friday Friday Friday. I think it fell of the face of the planet because I can't for the life of me remember what happened that day. I'm thinking, though, that nothing happened and I just stayed home in my pjs all day because otherwise, I probably would have remembered it. Although I do remember drinking a Mike's Hard Lemonade with my mom. Hmmm. (Oh woops. Now I'm gonna get arrested.)
Then Saturday happened. Alex and I went to dinner at this really cute restaurant in Westport called Tavern on Main. I had grilled quail (it was so WEIRD, but so GOOD at the same time) and got sick from their Grand-Prize winning clam chowder. It was good when I was eating it and there was nothing that they did wrong when making it. It's just...well, alright...mini-story time. I've always been lactose intolerant. Never really used Lactaid or anything like that - we just kind of curbed my dairy intake. Stopped drinking cow's milk and didn't eat as many other kinds of dairy. But I always liked ice cream and cheese (not together...eww) and would have those every so often anyway. Oh trust me, they had their affect, but I figured it was a worthy sacrifice. Haha. The last year or two, though, it had become decreasingly bothersome to have a bowl of ice cream or clam chowder or something else creamy. It never completely went away, but it did seem like I was building up my tolerance again. I guess I must have gotten cocky or something, because out of nowhere dairy has started bothering me again. The last five or six times I've had a calzone or baked ziti or a tiny freakin' bowl of clam chowder not only has it gone right through me (seriously? a matter of ten minutes), but it has been incredibly and unbearably painful as well. So anyway, you can imagine how it went after I had that bowl of clam chowder. I have to either remember how it affects me before I order anything like that and/or start using Lactaid. It would save me and the people I'm with a lot of trouble. (Although, it does make for good story-telling later on.) Needless to say, Alex and I almost didn't make it home that night and we certainly didn't make it home without a stop at the Burger King in Bethel for an emergency bathroom visit. Such an interesting evening. Other than that, though, the food was good and the place was really cute and Main St was filled with all these high-end boutiques and it was fun walking around and making fun of all the snooty people in Westport (while secretly being jealous of them).
Of course, what's a weekend without a Sunday? I had my normal Sunday morning church routine, but then in the afternoon I had a make-up rehearsal for CMC in South Britain and my grandparents were supposed to be coming over. So it was going to be a busy day as it was. Not crazy enough, though, because on my way home from church, my windshield wipers decide to get stuck when I wanted to use them to wash my windshield. So I have a ton of liquid streaking across my vision and a huge wiper blade obstructing my view and I'm on the phone with my dad trying to explain to him what's going on and driving until I can find a relatively safe spot to stop the car and check it out. Way too many things going on at once for me to really be coherent in doing just ONE of those things. But eventually I find a spot to pull over and I'm still a little flustered trying to explain to my dad how they got stuck and all he keeps asking me is, "Are you sure your wiper is off?" To me that means, is the wiper not moving and the little wiper controller thingy in the off position, so I kept saying yes. And so finally in what I guess was exasperation, he just rather peevishly told me to just "get in the car and come home". So I did. Just when I got in the car, it kind of smelled funny. No not funny. Really badly. I was gonna call my dad back and tell him there was a horrific stench coming from my ventilation system, but I thought, "No, he already seemed fed up with me being on the phone with him. So I'm just going to do what he says and just go home". By the time I got home, the smell had gotten decidedly worse and I had all the windows and the roof open trying to air out my car. My dad was waiting the driveway for me and he could smell it as soon as I pulled up. He didn't believe that I had the wipers off! But they were and he was just mad at me because apparently I didn't tell him the whole story about what was wrong with the car, although I don't know how much more I could have told him other than "I went to use my wipers and they got stuck and they aren't moving anywhere now". But apparently where the wiper is actually stuck on my windshield makes a big difference. I seriously was probably about 30 seconds away from burning out the motor and blowing a fuse. As it was, it was really overheated (that's where the smell was coming from). He finally got over being mad at me once he realized that things would be alright in my car again once we cleared the ice from the hood well and the motor cooled down, but until then I had my brother hanging out of my bedroom window yelling at both of us in the driveway, my dad yelling at me and a freak-show going on for the neighbors. My family is crazy. The rest of the day was relatively normal though, thank God.
Monday I went and sang Pie Jesu with Gloria at a funeral for a 45-yr old woman who died of cancer. She had three kids, the middle one of which was 17 yrs old. It really put life in perspective for me.
As soon as that was over, I went and met Sara P for lunch. We were just gonna grab a bite at Panda House and then I was gonna go home and get working on my Resource Folder for Health Issues, but it turned into going to Border's and helping her pick out a new journal and then going and buying a box of chocolate so we could eat just half of each piece and then put it back. That seriously was the reason. I don't think there is anyone else on the planet except Lily or Liz that would do that with me. Or at least not without thinking I was the biggest freak they knew. It was awesome. Oh and I don't think we stopped talking from when we met at the restaurant at 12:30 until 8 when I brought her home. I had so much fun! I felt really girly, but I wouldn't have traded it for the world. I miss seeing her and the others on a regular basis. Needless to say, I didn't get my folder done. But that's ok. I didn't really want to do it anyway and I had way more fun with Sara. :D
Then school started again Tuesday and life went to hell again. Well, not really. But I think school just puts me in a downer mood. Don't really know why, but it does. Oh well.
Alright, I've been avoiding this for about five days now, but it's probably time I put it out there. Alex and I talked about things last week and decided that our title of "boyfriend/girlfriend" was hurting our friendship because it put expectations and demands on one or both of us that we either couldn't or didn't desire to meet. So we have decided that, after four years, we would be taking a break from each other. Not like last time. This one is much more amicable and definite. We both realize how healthy it will be and we're both going to be helping each other to get through it. We've decided that there's no way we aren't going to still be best friends because our friendship was great. It was just the romantic relationship that got in the way. It was particularly hard two nights ago and yesterday when it really started to sink in, but I think it's going to be a good thing. I hope. :-/ So if I've seemed particularly distant or grumpy, that's probably why and I apologize.
Wow. I never expected myself to actually use my LJ, let alone actually write this much in it. So I hope all you people who pushed me to get one appreciate it!! Sheesh. The things I do for you people. That is, if you even made this far into reading my entry. Haha.
I hope everyone else had a good weekend and I'll see most, if not all, of you soon!
Ciao.
Then Saturday happened. Alex and I went to dinner at this really cute restaurant in Westport called Tavern on Main. I had grilled quail (it was so WEIRD, but so GOOD at the same time) and got sick from their Grand-Prize winning clam chowder. It was good when I was eating it and there was nothing that they did wrong when making it. It's just...well, alright...mini-story time. I've always been lactose intolerant. Never really used Lactaid or anything like that - we just kind of curbed my dairy intake. Stopped drinking cow's milk and didn't eat as many other kinds of dairy. But I always liked ice cream and cheese (not together...eww) and would have those every so often anyway. Oh trust me, they had their affect, but I figured it was a worthy sacrifice. Haha. The last year or two, though, it had become decreasingly bothersome to have a bowl of ice cream or clam chowder or something else creamy. It never completely went away, but it did seem like I was building up my tolerance again. I guess I must have gotten cocky or something, because out of nowhere dairy has started bothering me again. The last five or six times I've had a calzone or baked ziti or a tiny freakin' bowl of clam chowder not only has it gone right through me (seriously? a matter of ten minutes), but it has been incredibly and unbearably painful as well. So anyway, you can imagine how it went after I had that bowl of clam chowder. I have to either remember how it affects me before I order anything like that and/or start using Lactaid. It would save me and the people I'm with a lot of trouble. (Although, it does make for good story-telling later on.) Needless to say, Alex and I almost didn't make it home that night and we certainly didn't make it home without a stop at the Burger King in Bethel for an emergency bathroom visit. Such an interesting evening. Other than that, though, the food was good and the place was really cute and Main St was filled with all these high-end boutiques and it was fun walking around and making fun of all the snooty people in Westport (while secretly being jealous of them).
Of course, what's a weekend without a Sunday? I had my normal Sunday morning church routine, but then in the afternoon I had a make-up rehearsal for CMC in South Britain and my grandparents were supposed to be coming over. So it was going to be a busy day as it was. Not crazy enough, though, because on my way home from church, my windshield wipers decide to get stuck when I wanted to use them to wash my windshield. So I have a ton of liquid streaking across my vision and a huge wiper blade obstructing my view and I'm on the phone with my dad trying to explain to him what's going on and driving until I can find a relatively safe spot to stop the car and check it out. Way too many things going on at once for me to really be coherent in doing just ONE of those things. But eventually I find a spot to pull over and I'm still a little flustered trying to explain to my dad how they got stuck and all he keeps asking me is, "Are you sure your wiper is off?" To me that means, is the wiper not moving and the little wiper controller thingy in the off position, so I kept saying yes. And so finally in what I guess was exasperation, he just rather peevishly told me to just "get in the car and come home". So I did. Just when I got in the car, it kind of smelled funny. No not funny. Really badly. I was gonna call my dad back and tell him there was a horrific stench coming from my ventilation system, but I thought, "No, he already seemed fed up with me being on the phone with him. So I'm just going to do what he says and just go home". By the time I got home, the smell had gotten decidedly worse and I had all the windows and the roof open trying to air out my car. My dad was waiting the driveway for me and he could smell it as soon as I pulled up. He didn't believe that I had the wipers off! But they were and he was just mad at me because apparently I didn't tell him the whole story about what was wrong with the car, although I don't know how much more I could have told him other than "I went to use my wipers and they got stuck and they aren't moving anywhere now". But apparently where the wiper is actually stuck on my windshield makes a big difference. I seriously was probably about 30 seconds away from burning out the motor and blowing a fuse. As it was, it was really overheated (that's where the smell was coming from). He finally got over being mad at me once he realized that things would be alright in my car again once we cleared the ice from the hood well and the motor cooled down, but until then I had my brother hanging out of my bedroom window yelling at both of us in the driveway, my dad yelling at me and a freak-show going on for the neighbors. My family is crazy. The rest of the day was relatively normal though, thank God.
Monday I went and sang Pie Jesu with Gloria at a funeral for a 45-yr old woman who died of cancer. She had three kids, the middle one of which was 17 yrs old. It really put life in perspective for me.
As soon as that was over, I went and met Sara P for lunch. We were just gonna grab a bite at Panda House and then I was gonna go home and get working on my Resource Folder for Health Issues, but it turned into going to Border's and helping her pick out a new journal and then going and buying a box of chocolate so we could eat just half of each piece and then put it back. That seriously was the reason. I don't think there is anyone else on the planet except Lily or Liz that would do that with me. Or at least not without thinking I was the biggest freak they knew. It was awesome. Oh and I don't think we stopped talking from when we met at the restaurant at 12:30 until 8 when I brought her home. I had so much fun! I felt really girly, but I wouldn't have traded it for the world. I miss seeing her and the others on a regular basis. Needless to say, I didn't get my folder done. But that's ok. I didn't really want to do it anyway and I had way more fun with Sara. :D
Then school started again Tuesday and life went to hell again. Well, not really. But I think school just puts me in a downer mood. Don't really know why, but it does. Oh well.
Alright, I've been avoiding this for about five days now, but it's probably time I put it out there. Alex and I talked about things last week and decided that our title of "boyfriend/girlfriend" was hurting our friendship because it put expectations and demands on one or both of us that we either couldn't or didn't desire to meet. So we have decided that, after four years, we would be taking a break from each other. Not like last time. This one is much more amicable and definite. We both realize how healthy it will be and we're both going to be helping each other to get through it. We've decided that there's no way we aren't going to still be best friends because our friendship was great. It was just the romantic relationship that got in the way. It was particularly hard two nights ago and yesterday when it really started to sink in, but I think it's going to be a good thing. I hope. :-/ So if I've seemed particularly distant or grumpy, that's probably why and I apologize.
Wow. I never expected myself to actually use my LJ, let alone actually write this much in it. So I hope all you people who pushed me to get one appreciate it!! Sheesh. The things I do for you people. That is, if you even made this far into reading my entry. Haha.
I hope everyone else had a good weekend and I'll see most, if not all, of you soon!
Ciao.