The Weekend
A quick update from the weekend.
Robbie (mrtalented) and I drove to Orlando, Florida, to help an old friend of ours move into her first house. Now, it wasn't my first choice to drive, but, and I will lay blame here =), Robbie didn't find out what his schedule was and if he could go that weekend so we were late in making plane reservations. So, with plane tickets too expensive, we decided to drive.
With Robbie having to stay late at work on Friday, we didn't get out of Raleigh until 3. Which put us in Orlando at 1am. Nice.
We planned to use my laptop for a predominate amount of the music and even got a 12v inverter to get power from the car. Like a moron, though, I didn't bring the power supply for the laptop which means we only got three hours on the way back. Sigh.
Anyway, Friday night we stayed up kinda late and watched the end of Lethal Weapon with our friend we were helping move at her sister's apartment. We then crashed on here sister's couches that night.
Next morning, our friend came over to pick us up and take us to do the moving. We had a quick breakfast (I kept the Passover! Yay me!) from Denny's and then went to pick up the U-Haul truck. This is where things get interesting. The truck, to start with, didn't have a seatbelt for the passenger. Which meant I basically held the seat belt in place. Luckily, Rob's a good driver so I didn't go flying through the windshield.
This should have been my first sign this was going to be a bad weekend but, silly me and my optimism.
The actual moving wasn't bad (as we found out, the radio in the truck only searched down and not up) and we got done in about five hours. The one thing I found out our friend that we went to help was that she doesn't seem very happy. I noticed this in the morning but didn't figure it out UNTIL!
We went out for dinner at a restaurant called Charley's which is theoretically the best steakhouse in the country. I went there once when I was in town with my parents to visit my sister and we had a great time. It was good food and we had fun.
So since she offered to buy dinner (since we paid for our way down there and everything) and I was excited. Let me tell you, though, this was the worst dinner I've been part of.
The conversation was bad to start with. We couldn't drag anything out of her. At least I couldn't. Rob tried hard, though. I admire him for it. She just didn't want to talk. We got one or two word answers and that was about it.
So dinner is bad. We had one waiter who was the standard guy. And then we had another guy who aparently was the busboy a week before. We thought he was from Africa but he didn't have the right accent. It was close.
However, he did everything wrong you could imagine. Rob talked me into taking the Charley's Challenge (which is a 50oz t-bone, of which about 12 oz was actually the bone) and I was fine with it. I was also freakin' hungry.
So he keeps coming back. He's chatting with us, but in an awkward, incredibly aggrivating way. He also asked my name and started to clap as I got close to being done. WEIRD!
So, anyway, our friend is getting more and more pissed off and she wasn't that much fun to start with. All in all it makes for one of the most awkward evenings I've had in a while. Laura (laurajones), who happened to be in Orlando, thank goodness you didn't join us.
Anyway, we head off from dinner, after she paid for what must have been a phenomenally expensive meal, we go off. Rob wants to go do something Disney (since we're in Orlando) but Rachel's giving the one line that drives me more crazy than anything: "I don't care."
She had mentioned that she was pretty tired. A few times.
She was also acting tired.
Anyway, we're driving around, figuring out what we wanted to and I said "Do you want us to drop you off if you're tired?"
I see how she could have takend this the wrong way, but I was actually just asking if she was tired.
She got very offended by the comment and said "If I'm not wanted, then I'll go home."
ARGH!
So we go over to Downtown Disney which is normally a very exciting place. I tried to avoid talking and just Rob and her hang out. I had given up trying to make her happy and I figured if I didn't have anything nice to say, I wouldn't say anything.
The rest of the weekend was similar. We slept at her house that night (since all the beds and couches were there) and the passive agressive anger/unhappiness thing kept going. Nothing we siad worked, nothing we did was good enough. It was a house full of eggshells.
We joined her and her sister to go to lunch at Downtown Disney. We had lunch at Planet Hollywood and basically watched TV since no one wanted to talk. I tossed out conversation starters and whatnot, but eventually I got tired of trying.
Then we dropped her off and went home.
YAY!
So we got home about 1:30 in the morning. We did get a chance to stop by the office I worked at in Orlando (on Lucien Way in maitland Collonades) when I worked for EA Sports. Then we drove home and I took two hours to write the first part of the short story I was working on.
I remember a couple of people talking about songs they've written and not sharing them with people, or, when they share them, being very nervous about it.
I didn't understand because whenever I hear the songs, it's always great and I've never heard a bad one.
Then I started writing my first short story/novella. Now I know what you mean. Every time I read it I think "Man, this sucks. It doesn't sound at all like I can write."
But I'm still working on it. I'll be done with it on May 1 (at least the first version). Anyone who wants to read it, I'll be happy to share.
If not a bit nervous.
-tpg
Robbie (mrtalented) and I drove to Orlando, Florida, to help an old friend of ours move into her first house. Now, it wasn't my first choice to drive, but, and I will lay blame here =), Robbie didn't find out what his schedule was and if he could go that weekend so we were late in making plane reservations. So, with plane tickets too expensive, we decided to drive.
With Robbie having to stay late at work on Friday, we didn't get out of Raleigh until 3. Which put us in Orlando at 1am. Nice.
We planned to use my laptop for a predominate amount of the music and even got a 12v inverter to get power from the car. Like a moron, though, I didn't bring the power supply for the laptop which means we only got three hours on the way back. Sigh.
Anyway, Friday night we stayed up kinda late and watched the end of Lethal Weapon with our friend we were helping move at her sister's apartment. We then crashed on here sister's couches that night.
Next morning, our friend came over to pick us up and take us to do the moving. We had a quick breakfast (I kept the Passover! Yay me!) from Denny's and then went to pick up the U-Haul truck. This is where things get interesting. The truck, to start with, didn't have a seatbelt for the passenger. Which meant I basically held the seat belt in place. Luckily, Rob's a good driver so I didn't go flying through the windshield.
This should have been my first sign this was going to be a bad weekend but, silly me and my optimism.
The actual moving wasn't bad (as we found out, the radio in the truck only searched down and not up) and we got done in about five hours. The one thing I found out our friend that we went to help was that she doesn't seem very happy. I noticed this in the morning but didn't figure it out UNTIL!
We went out for dinner at a restaurant called Charley's which is theoretically the best steakhouse in the country. I went there once when I was in town with my parents to visit my sister and we had a great time. It was good food and we had fun.
So since she offered to buy dinner (since we paid for our way down there and everything) and I was excited. Let me tell you, though, this was the worst dinner I've been part of.
The conversation was bad to start with. We couldn't drag anything out of her. At least I couldn't. Rob tried hard, though. I admire him for it. She just didn't want to talk. We got one or two word answers and that was about it.
So dinner is bad. We had one waiter who was the standard guy. And then we had another guy who aparently was the busboy a week before. We thought he was from Africa but he didn't have the right accent. It was close.
However, he did everything wrong you could imagine. Rob talked me into taking the Charley's Challenge (which is a 50oz t-bone, of which about 12 oz was actually the bone) and I was fine with it. I was also freakin' hungry.
So he keeps coming back. He's chatting with us, but in an awkward, incredibly aggrivating way. He also asked my name and started to clap as I got close to being done. WEIRD!
So, anyway, our friend is getting more and more pissed off and she wasn't that much fun to start with. All in all it makes for one of the most awkward evenings I've had in a while. Laura (laurajones), who happened to be in Orlando, thank goodness you didn't join us.
Anyway, we head off from dinner, after she paid for what must have been a phenomenally expensive meal, we go off. Rob wants to go do something Disney (since we're in Orlando) but Rachel's giving the one line that drives me more crazy than anything: "I don't care."
She had mentioned that she was pretty tired. A few times.
She was also acting tired.
Anyway, we're driving around, figuring out what we wanted to and I said "Do you want us to drop you off if you're tired?"
I see how she could have takend this the wrong way, but I was actually just asking if she was tired.
She got very offended by the comment and said "If I'm not wanted, then I'll go home."
ARGH!
So we go over to Downtown Disney which is normally a very exciting place. I tried to avoid talking and just Rob and her hang out. I had given up trying to make her happy and I figured if I didn't have anything nice to say, I wouldn't say anything.
The rest of the weekend was similar. We slept at her house that night (since all the beds and couches were there) and the passive agressive anger/unhappiness thing kept going. Nothing we siad worked, nothing we did was good enough. It was a house full of eggshells.
We joined her and her sister to go to lunch at Downtown Disney. We had lunch at Planet Hollywood and basically watched TV since no one wanted to talk. I tossed out conversation starters and whatnot, but eventually I got tired of trying.
Then we dropped her off and went home.
YAY!
So we got home about 1:30 in the morning. We did get a chance to stop by the office I worked at in Orlando (on Lucien Way in maitland Collonades) when I worked for EA Sports. Then we drove home and I took two hours to write the first part of the short story I was working on.
I remember a couple of people talking about songs they've written and not sharing them with people, or, when they share them, being very nervous about it.
I didn't understand because whenever I hear the songs, it's always great and I've never heard a bad one.
Then I started writing my first short story/novella. Now I know what you mean. Every time I read it I think "Man, this sucks. It doesn't sound at all like I can write."
But I'm still working on it. I'll be done with it on May 1 (at least the first version). Anyone who wants to read it, I'll be happy to share.
If not a bit nervous.
-tpg