i'm too tired to think up a good one
So I call the consulate to ask if my visa's ready to be picked up. Yes it is but I have to be in downtown Seattle on the 5th floor of 601 Union Ave. by 4:30. WJPAJ?! (Dee, that was just for you). Craig lets me off early, I rush home, my parents decide they want to have dinner with Nathan and Jonathan so they're coming (my dad driving, of course...argh), along with Wyatt who at almost 80 pounds should not act as a lap dog anymore, especially in the car, but he does. Anyway, I shower and change (thank goodness for skirts...so easy to look so cute) in 6 minutes and we're out the door. We made it to Seattle with 20 minutes to spare which was great. Oh, but then a wrong turn was made and in the driver's panic he didn't just use common sense but instead we had to stop and look at a map and for the love of god I hate when my parent's drive in the city. Oye. So there's me, jumping out of the car before it comes to a complete stop at the curb, sprinting in kitten heels across Union Avenue and into the building, only to be met by about 50 different elevators, all with different seeming functions. Finally find the one that will take me to floor 5 instead of 55 (that was a popular floor...it was in the first 5 elevators that I tried...did not realize that the building I was in was so tall...crazy) and up I go to pick up my visa. Then it was off for a delightful dinner at Jonathan's with the boys. I realized last night I love my family when we're at the place we're going or if we're just sitting around at home (whichever one that might be) but I do not like travelling with them...at all. Really it's more just my parents but that's what parents are for, I suppose.
We got home around 10pm and I went right to bed, eager for a good night's sleep before my LAST DAY OF WORK (enter gospel chorus singing "Oh Happy Day"). Sometime around 11:30ish I'm awoken by my mother who's saying something about "your friends Cherie and William are here." My eloquent reply sounding something like this: "mmhrrhmm? mehhrhrhh." "Do you want to come down and see them?" "mnheeee? rhrrrn rr." Back to sleep I went, at that point never really conscious of what was just said to me. Suddenly, I realize I'm not alone in my bed. No no, there's someone in there with me. And I'm not clothed. Whoah. CHERIE WAS IN MY BED! (And she's cut her hair and looks lovely!) Despite inital awkwardness at being naked before realizing that it's Cherie and she doesn't care, it was absolutely delightful. I got to cuddle with my Cherie (for all of you a little worried that naked me was cuddling with a girl, a) calm down pansies and b) I was beneath the sheet and she was above the sheet) and after putting clothes on it was so much fun to see her and William (who's adorable, Cherie...well done). So there we were at midnight, walking around in my garden, Cherie and William picking apples, plums, and grapes to take with them for their adventures in Seattle before Cherie flies out from Seatac this morning. Fed them a little pizza and talked for a little bit then they were off and back to sleep I went. All in all, a wonderful evening and I decided that surprises of waking up cuddling with a friend you haven't seen for a while and didn't know was coming are my favorite kind of surprises. I wish this could happen every night.