Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get...
(Unless it's a box of cherry cordials, then you know)
It's amazing how quickly everything falls into sync, and you find yourself just trying to get by, hoping for the weekend. I thought that maybe this semester would be different; I wouldn't be counting the days until Friday...but I already am, and it's only been about 4.5 weeks. Classes aren't too difficult, just tedious. I did manage to "officially" add my ESL minor, so woo hoo on that (I also failed to mention that the dept. head who I spoke to looked oddly like a 50-yr version of Amy Poehler from SNL). My week hasn't been particularly exciting except my backpack broke yesterday at work. The strap just snapped right off while I was putting it down. Not very much fun hauling a heavy backpack with only one strap.
I did have a rather pleasant weekend in Richmond with a certain young man who shall remain nameless. Friday night, we tried going out to a nice restaurant for a romantic dinner, but the gods were against us, it seems. We were both dressed rather well, and we headed to Byram's, which was beautifully decorated. The host showed us our seats, but failed to light our candle and assign us a waiter. So, we sat with our bread and water for about 20 minutes before Ian flagged down a waiter who seemed surprised that no one had waited on us, yet. He got our orders and brought out our salads, but without Ian's drink. "Oops, sorry. " Then, our meals arrived, and I had ordered fillet mignon, since I had never had it, and some stir-fry veggies. Well, my veggies failed to make the voyage with my steak. Oops, again! During the meal, the water/bread bitch was refilling my glass and poured ice and water all over the table. "My what a terrible experience you're having tonight," exclaimed the waiter. Oh, and my steak was horrible. I asked for medium rare, and it was definitely undercooked in the middle, not to mention the fact it was very fatty and gristle-ly. So, in other words, my dad makes better steaks than this place does. The worst part was that the manager continuously walked by our table, but she refused to make eye-contact and heed Ian's raised hand.
Saturday, we traversed to my mother's for dinner, and I bought Chinese for the occasion. I'm fairly certain that my mother and I succeeded in making Ian feel very uncomfortable considering the fact we were talking about our sex-lives (indirectly, of course), and my mother thought I was trying to tell her I was pregnant (which I'm not!). All in all, SUCCESS! We left to catch Epic Movie at VCC, and the theater we were in was FULL of 14-15 yr olds. VERY OBNOXIOUS. They were loud and kicking our seats...I was ready to kick some ass. But, there was one fantastic adult joke in the movie that no one, minus me and Ian got, and boy, did Ian get it. He laughed so loudly, it was the only thing I could hear in the theater! Anyway, the scene is when Edward (the movie runs basically off the Narnia storyline) is in prison, and he meets Capt. Jack Swallows (played by Darrell Hammond, thank you, SNL, and is obviously a play on Capt. Jack Sparrow). Well, Jack is introducing himself to Edward and drinking rum, and whilst the rum-drinking, he makes the iconic Captain Morgan pose. Clearly, a GOOD 14-15 yr old does not understand this reference, and it was funny. To make a long story short, which this definitely is not, the movie was funny, but I think Ian enjoyed it a lot more than I did...he really likes that slapstick humor. Afterwards, we got some coffee from Barnes & Noble, and immediately commenced the scorching of the tongue.
Sunday, we did a whole of nothing b/c I was leaving around 6, and it was really gross outside at the time. We did make the trek to Tropical Smoothie Café (they SO need to open a franchise in Harrisonburg!) and browsed the EB games. It was relaxing watching the comedians all afternoon on Comedy Central.
So, like I said, this week hasn't been anything too exciting. I've been watching "Das Boot" in stages b/c it's such a long film, and it always manages to gross me out. The things those sailors talk about...make ME blush. I also had a strange conversation with Ian last night, which leads to this question: why do guys need to feel to macho in front of their friends in this day and age? I had said something about how his sigh had sounded like he was bored or irritated, and he said, "I'll tell you if I'm irritated. I'd say something like, 'fuck you, bitch'," and I said, "Robert Ian! I hope you'd never say that to me!" He replies, "If I'm irritated, I'd tell you like that, 'fuck you, bitch'." I said, "well, it is certainly in your best interest to NEVER say that to me," and he just goes, "chill out, woman." Now, look, I'm not mad, now, and I wasn't mad then. I just don't understand why he talked to me like that when it's not normal for him. I even understand that he was joking, and this is just another situation that I chalk up to his acting differently when he's around his friends. Nathan used to talk to me like A LOT, I mean, enough for it to be "normal behavior," and by no means am I saying that it's right. So, what this whole thing looked like to me was that Ian was trying to show his buddy, Chris, that he's not pussy-whipped, or something. What I don't understand is why he may have felt the need to do that when he DOES wear the pants in the "relationship." I guess it's just one of those things that further separates the genders.
hmmm...I wonder what's for dinner tonight.............
It's amazing how quickly everything falls into sync, and you find yourself just trying to get by, hoping for the weekend. I thought that maybe this semester would be different; I wouldn't be counting the days until Friday...but I already am, and it's only been about 4.5 weeks. Classes aren't too difficult, just tedious. I did manage to "officially" add my ESL minor, so woo hoo on that (I also failed to mention that the dept. head who I spoke to looked oddly like a 50-yr version of Amy Poehler from SNL). My week hasn't been particularly exciting except my backpack broke yesterday at work. The strap just snapped right off while I was putting it down. Not very much fun hauling a heavy backpack with only one strap.
I did have a rather pleasant weekend in Richmond with a certain young man who shall remain nameless. Friday night, we tried going out to a nice restaurant for a romantic dinner, but the gods were against us, it seems. We were both dressed rather well, and we headed to Byram's, which was beautifully decorated. The host showed us our seats, but failed to light our candle and assign us a waiter. So, we sat with our bread and water for about 20 minutes before Ian flagged down a waiter who seemed surprised that no one had waited on us, yet. He got our orders and brought out our salads, but without Ian's drink. "Oops, sorry. " Then, our meals arrived, and I had ordered fillet mignon, since I had never had it, and some stir-fry veggies. Well, my veggies failed to make the voyage with my steak. Oops, again! During the meal, the water/bread bitch was refilling my glass and poured ice and water all over the table. "My what a terrible experience you're having tonight," exclaimed the waiter. Oh, and my steak was horrible. I asked for medium rare, and it was definitely undercooked in the middle, not to mention the fact it was very fatty and gristle-ly. So, in other words, my dad makes better steaks than this place does. The worst part was that the manager continuously walked by our table, but she refused to make eye-contact and heed Ian's raised hand.
Saturday, we traversed to my mother's for dinner, and I bought Chinese for the occasion. I'm fairly certain that my mother and I succeeded in making Ian feel very uncomfortable considering the fact we were talking about our sex-lives (indirectly, of course), and my mother thought I was trying to tell her I was pregnant (which I'm not!). All in all, SUCCESS! We left to catch Epic Movie at VCC, and the theater we were in was FULL of 14-15 yr olds. VERY OBNOXIOUS. They were loud and kicking our seats...I was ready to kick some ass. But, there was one fantastic adult joke in the movie that no one, minus me and Ian got, and boy, did Ian get it. He laughed so loudly, it was the only thing I could hear in the theater! Anyway, the scene is when Edward (the movie runs basically off the Narnia storyline) is in prison, and he meets Capt. Jack Swallows (played by Darrell Hammond, thank you, SNL, and is obviously a play on Capt. Jack Sparrow). Well, Jack is introducing himself to Edward and drinking rum, and whilst the rum-drinking, he makes the iconic Captain Morgan pose. Clearly, a GOOD 14-15 yr old does not understand this reference, and it was funny. To make a long story short, which this definitely is not, the movie was funny, but I think Ian enjoyed it a lot more than I did...he really likes that slapstick humor. Afterwards, we got some coffee from Barnes & Noble, and immediately commenced the scorching of the tongue.
Sunday, we did a whole of nothing b/c I was leaving around 6, and it was really gross outside at the time. We did make the trek to Tropical Smoothie Café (they SO need to open a franchise in Harrisonburg!) and browsed the EB games. It was relaxing watching the comedians all afternoon on Comedy Central.
So, like I said, this week hasn't been anything too exciting. I've been watching "Das Boot" in stages b/c it's such a long film, and it always manages to gross me out. The things those sailors talk about...make ME blush. I also had a strange conversation with Ian last night, which leads to this question: why do guys need to feel to macho in front of their friends in this day and age? I had said something about how his sigh had sounded like he was bored or irritated, and he said, "I'll tell you if I'm irritated. I'd say something like, 'fuck you, bitch'," and I said, "Robert Ian! I hope you'd never say that to me!" He replies, "If I'm irritated, I'd tell you like that, 'fuck you, bitch'." I said, "well, it is certainly in your best interest to NEVER say that to me," and he just goes, "chill out, woman." Now, look, I'm not mad, now, and I wasn't mad then. I just don't understand why he talked to me like that when it's not normal for him. I even understand that he was joking, and this is just another situation that I chalk up to his acting differently when he's around his friends. Nathan used to talk to me like A LOT, I mean, enough for it to be "normal behavior," and by no means am I saying that it's right. So, what this whole thing looked like to me was that Ian was trying to show his buddy, Chris, that he's not pussy-whipped, or something. What I don't understand is why he may have felt the need to do that when he DOES wear the pants in the "relationship." I guess it's just one of those things that further separates the genders.
hmmm...I wonder what's for dinner tonight.............