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A little late, but I thought I might as well post about the day the fop came home (since someone won't stop bugging me to post the pictures).
So, as you all know, I had to pick the fop up from the train station (because, yknow, he can't ride an airplane like a normal person and take a cab home) since he was coming home from Canada, where he was attending a lawyer convention (I have since found out that all they do at these so called "Lawyer Conventions" is play Rock Band all day and night).
The fop's train was late, which put a damper on my already bad mood since I had to attempt driving when it had started to snow. And no, I did not drive to the station on his "hog", as he kept asking me to do on the phone. That thing is a-a death trap, or at least it is the way he drives it, turning sharp corners at 40MPH on rainy nights and- I digress.
So, the fop's train finally arrived. Oh, the picture, right. Chief Gant wanted to come along to get the fop, something about wanting to "document the growth of the police force" or... something like that. But yes, the fop's train arrived and he brought me back a bag of snackoos from Canada so I guess him being late was ok. Because, I mean, obviously it was his fault the train was late. They probably got held up because of his stupid fan girls or something.
Anyway, the snow had gotten pretty bad so I made the fop let me drive. It wasn't really that hard, he was busy sulking about the fact that I hadn't brought his motorcycle along.
And he insisted on holding my hand in the car.
While the Chief was in the back seat.
And.
Guh.
The fop insisted on "site-seeing."
"Fop, you're from this city. Why would you want to do touristy things?"
"Nein, fraulein! I am coming from Canada! I must do as the people do!"
Guh. So, we went to the mall. And did touristy things. Like look at... sweaters. And... stuff.
*cough*
They have a college.... at the mall.
I have to admit, it was pretty amusing.
Then we got some snacko-I mean, lunch.
I had a cut on my lip, and he tried kissing it to make it feel better. In PUBLIC. CAN YOU IMAGINE? GAH.
*deep breath*
Daryan happened to be coming back from some trip from... somewhere, I don't remember. Because of the roads being so crazy with snow he wasn't able to get a cab so we went to pick him up from the airport. After taking a detour at Ikea, where the fop tried to convince me into agreeing to on a purple couch (I LIKE THE BLACK ONE DON'T GET RID OF IT YOU FOP), we got to the airport and picked up Daryan who looked pretty well rested (my guess is he passed out on the plane). Klavier presented him with a... giant stuffed plushie of a shark. From Ikea. Daryan did not look amused. Actually, he looked kind of ill. Then we headed back to the parking garage and went on our MERRY WAY BACK HOME. THE END.
....fop did get me a book on molecular chemistry so I guess it's ok.
So, as you all know, I had to pick the fop up from the train station (because, yknow, he can't ride an airplane like a normal person and take a cab home) since he was coming home from Canada, where he was attending a lawyer convention (I have since found out that all they do at these so called "Lawyer Conventions" is play Rock Band all day and night).
The fop's train was late, which put a damper on my already bad mood since I had to attempt driving when it had started to snow. And no, I did not drive to the station on his "hog", as he kept asking me to do on the phone. That thing is a-a death trap, or at least it is the way he drives it, turning sharp corners at 40MPH on rainy nights and- I digress.
So, the fop's train finally arrived. Oh, the picture, right. Chief Gant wanted to come along to get the fop, something about wanting to "document the growth of the police force" or... something like that. But yes, the fop's train arrived and he brought me back a bag of snackoos from Canada so I guess him being late was ok. Because, I mean, obviously it was his fault the train was late. They probably got held up because of his stupid fan girls or something.
Anyway, the snow had gotten pretty bad so I made the fop let me drive. It wasn't really that hard, he was busy sulking about the fact that I hadn't brought his motorcycle along.
And he insisted on holding my hand in the car.
While the Chief was in the back seat.
And.
Guh.
The fop insisted on "site-seeing."
"Fop, you're from this city. Why would you want to do touristy things?"
"Nein, fraulein! I am coming from Canada! I must do as the people do!"
Guh. So, we went to the mall. And did touristy things. Like look at... sweaters. And... stuff.
*cough*
They have a college.... at the mall.
I have to admit, it was pretty amusing.
Then we got some snacko-I mean, lunch.
I had a cut on my lip, and he tried kissing it to make it feel better. In PUBLIC. CAN YOU IMAGINE? GAH.
*deep breath*
Daryan happened to be coming back from some trip from... somewhere, I don't remember. Because of the roads being so crazy with snow he wasn't able to get a cab so we went to pick him up from the airport. After taking a detour at Ikea, where the fop tried to convince me into agreeing to on a purple couch (I LIKE THE BLACK ONE DON'T GET RID OF IT YOU FOP), we got to the airport and picked up Daryan who looked pretty well rested (my guess is he passed out on the plane). Klavier presented him with a... giant stuffed plushie of a shark. From Ikea. Daryan did not look amused. Actually, he looked kind of ill. Then we headed back to the parking garage and went on our MERRY WAY BACK HOME. THE END.
....fop did get me a book on molecular chemistry so I guess it's ok.