Playing Hurt
I had a hard morning. Last night Jeff and Beck and I went to the pub to have dinner and beers. We went back to their apartment and had more beers (and we watched Six Feet Under episodes that we love but that we've seen a million times). I woke up very tired and hungover. Did I mention last night was Sunday? I should know better than to drink on a schoolnight.
Mike left for his canoe trip on Friday. We then proceeded to play phone tag until Saturday evening but more on that later. On Friday, I went over to Jeff's house right away. We hung out and went to the Brick to watch the Cardinal game. Becky came, too, and the three of us watched the game and played darts until around 8:30. I left them at the bar and went home to change for a work party I was going to. My friend, Amy, decided to have a themed party for her birthday. I haven't been to a themed party in a long time, so I was actually really looking forward to this one (Mike hates themed parties so we've never had one). Anyway, the theme was white-trash trailer bash:) (Amy and her boyfriend Patrick are from some tiny town in southern Missouri, so they felt it was appropriate.) The party was fun although I think they could have done more with the music selection, I'm not sure if some of the stuff they played fit my definition of "trailer trash." It was a fun party, though, and it was nice to be invited. I stayed for about almost two hours and then went back over to Jeff and Beck's place. We stayed up way too late drinking and watching the rest of season one of Mind of the Married Man, which is still pretty funny-- but I'm beginning to understand why it was canceled. Hit or miss doesn't begin to describe some of the jokes. (Also, within the last few years I finally realized how hateful and hurtful infidelity can be and when I see it taken lightly on tv, it hurts me in a very personal guilty sad way.) I digress.
Jeff and I woke up early on Saturday, had some coffee and watched bad tv waiting for Beck to wake up and for our hangovers to subside The three of us walked down to Pho Grand and ate lunch. I went home afterword to change and get ready to leave to go to my parent's house.
My mom and dad left for a cruise on Sunday morning, so I stayed at their house Saturday night and took them to the airport. My mom and I went shopping on Saturday afternoon (I bought some clothes for Mike, a clock for the living room, and a bed frame for one of the beds in the guest room. I still need to shop for Mike's birthday which we'll celebrate when he gets back on Sunday.) Mike finally got a hold of me, and I was very happy to talk to him before he'll be out of cell phone range for about 5 days. ( 5 DAYS!!!??) I showed Mom how to use her new I-Pod, we played some trivial pursuit, and my dad stayed holed up in his office all night trying to get all his work done before the trip. Since my dad started his own business he's begun to realize that depending on a tiny staff means you'll have to take on a lot more work yourself. Business is good, though, so he doesn't complain much.
Sunday was lazy until I went over to Jeff and Beck's in the evening. I cleaned, watched bad movies, and snuggled up with Fumbles (my monkey).
So the elephant in the corner of this post is that Mike's gone. He'll be in the boundry waters for a week. This is the longest time we've been apart since we started dating, almost 3 years ago. Not only that, but he has no access to cell phones and e-mail. I'm sad. I miss him. That's all I have to say about that. Besides, actions speak louder; I can't even sleep in our bed when he's gone. I haven't spent one night at home since he left. I hope he's having a good time with all the guys, really I do, I just anticipate the sadness that comes from not seeing him daily. I've never felt a loss like that before.
Whew. Breathe. Anyway, that's all that's new over here. Tonight I'm going to get some delicious food, stay in, put all of the CDs I borrowed from Jeff into my I-Pod and do laundry. I think that if I wash the Mike smell out of the sheets it will be easier to sleep there. I'm so pathetic. I just miss my guy.
Tomorrow night is Lance's birthday, so we're all going out for that. Although lots of us are gone right now... Methinks it will probably just be Lance, Versace, Quinner, Jeff, and myself (Mike, Terry, Pete and Ace are all on the trip). Perhaps Dan and Kendra but let's keep our fingers crossed against that one. I haven't seen them since the camping trip. They aren't Lance's favorite people right now either.I am also trying to narrow down a gift for Lance. I want to get him something for his birthday, sure, but he just bought a house, too, so I want to get him something for him but for the house, too. Then again, he won't care so maybe I should just buy him Vodka. Lance is a strange boy, but he's my favorite of the STL crew (except Jeff, but he's family). And besides, he's my sub-Godfather...
More on the party later on in the week. I'm sure there will be some mischeif and mayhem. None of us work on Wednesday, afterall.