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Yesterday I was told that he'd, one day, like to marry me.
And for once, it didn't make me freak out and be scared. Well, a bit scared. Really scared. But, it did something I didn't expect; it made me smile. Smile so wide.
Someone is in love with me. Deeply, ridiculously, in love with me. We've been seeing each other about 6 months and this is where we are. It's scary. Things are moving so quickly and the more I try to slow it down, the quicker it speeds up.
Not the life I planned, but it'll be an okay life. Sure I'll carry my torch a bit longer, but there is no way I'm letting this man get away from me. We don't always see eye to eye, he's super religious and I'm.. well.. me, he's VERY VERY traditional and I'm a liberal, just, we mesh. We laugh. He's cute and takes care of me and I try to take care of him.
I'll take it. I really will.
And now a "WEEKEND!!!" post.
After work on Saturday, I ended up at Kyle's with Ryan (and Cindy, Olivia, Terese, Wayne, and his visiting, American relatives). We ate BBQ and bday cake for an early bday party for Ryan as his parents won't be able to see him on his actual birthday, which is this weekend.
It was pretty good.. well.. I was on baby-playing duty as usual. That kid is obsessed with me. Like, I just wanted to finish my cake then I said I'd play with her, and every bite she was trying to drag me away. It sucks because I'm at these Boudreau family events so often and I never really get to meet anyone for more than a second because I'm always dealing with children. I am so not going to be a good mother one day. I'll just get a nanny or something so I don't have to deal with them and their rediculous needs.
En tout cas, About 11 we all (minus Cindy and Olivia and plus Ken and Stef) were at Cheers to watch Kyle's band. They were a little bit amazing this time. Everyone was up dancing and yelling out the words to the songs. Plus.. I drank my face off. I barely really drink anymore and I ended up doing a LOT of tequila and also rum. .. And maybe some whiskey... And maybe a couple more liquid cocaine... And maybe then it sort of blurs. DON'T JUDGE ME!
Sunday already judged me enough with one of the worst hangovers I've had in about 3 years. God...
Some highlights, which I can recall, were dancing with Ryan's mom, taking her to THE FUCKIN DOME (it was just to get to a non-gross bathroom. STILL!), this one guy trying to pick me up about 3 times (I said I had a boyfriend then pointed to him the first time.. I just I was just looking damn fine or something), Ryan getting up to play a song with the band (something about watching your man on stage that is very fucking attractive), giving Ryan a kiss when he finished playing and the guy who tried to pick me up fist pounding Ryan and screaming "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH".
But still, holy hungover.
Seeing Ryan and Kyle play made me super homesick though. I miss watching my friends play shows and I miss being on stage. Buh. I miss being creative. Its really irritating me.
Anyways, I'm going to make something easy to eat and then feed Ken's cat.
Peace out bitches.
And for once, it didn't make me freak out and be scared. Well, a bit scared. Really scared. But, it did something I didn't expect; it made me smile. Smile so wide.
Someone is in love with me. Deeply, ridiculously, in love with me. We've been seeing each other about 6 months and this is where we are. It's scary. Things are moving so quickly and the more I try to slow it down, the quicker it speeds up.
Not the life I planned, but it'll be an okay life. Sure I'll carry my torch a bit longer, but there is no way I'm letting this man get away from me. We don't always see eye to eye, he's super religious and I'm.. well.. me, he's VERY VERY traditional and I'm a liberal, just, we mesh. We laugh. He's cute and takes care of me and I try to take care of him.
I'll take it. I really will.
And now a "WEEKEND!!!" post.
After work on Saturday, I ended up at Kyle's with Ryan (and Cindy, Olivia, Terese, Wayne, and his visiting, American relatives). We ate BBQ and bday cake for an early bday party for Ryan as his parents won't be able to see him on his actual birthday, which is this weekend.
It was pretty good.. well.. I was on baby-playing duty as usual. That kid is obsessed with me. Like, I just wanted to finish my cake then I said I'd play with her, and every bite she was trying to drag me away. It sucks because I'm at these Boudreau family events so often and I never really get to meet anyone for more than a second because I'm always dealing with children. I am so not going to be a good mother one day. I'll just get a nanny or something so I don't have to deal with them and their rediculous needs.
En tout cas, About 11 we all (minus Cindy and Olivia and plus Ken and Stef) were at Cheers to watch Kyle's band. They were a little bit amazing this time. Everyone was up dancing and yelling out the words to the songs. Plus.. I drank my face off. I barely really drink anymore and I ended up doing a LOT of tequila and also rum. .. And maybe some whiskey... And maybe a couple more liquid cocaine... And maybe then it sort of blurs. DON'T JUDGE ME!
Sunday already judged me enough with one of the worst hangovers I've had in about 3 years. God...
Some highlights, which I can recall, were dancing with Ryan's mom, taking her to THE FUCKIN DOME (it was just to get to a non-gross bathroom. STILL!), this one guy trying to pick me up about 3 times (I said I had a boyfriend then pointed to him the first time.. I just I was just looking damn fine or something), Ryan getting up to play a song with the band (something about watching your man on stage that is very fucking attractive), giving Ryan a kiss when he finished playing and the guy who tried to pick me up fist pounding Ryan and screaming "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH".
But still, holy hungover.
Seeing Ryan and Kyle play made me super homesick though. I miss watching my friends play shows and I miss being on stage. Buh. I miss being creative. Its really irritating me.
Anyways, I'm going to make something easy to eat and then feed Ken's cat.
Peace out bitches.