I gave this to PD in hopes he would put it on his blog and have a his persepctive/her perspective thing.
But he didn't.
Oh well.
So I'll post it here!
A Kessabug Adventure! (Kessy is my high school nickname)
I think about the time PD wrote his first blog post Soooo…. There’s this girl about me. I started thinking about Valentine’s day (I
like to think ahead sometimes- it was also the first time in a few years I had
someone to tortu-errr- ‘celebrate’ with.
I had to be all cool, collected, and stuff. I wanted this to be like ~*poof*~
***SURPRISE!!!!!!***
~*unpoof*~ (people
forget this part)
So it had to be perfect.
I just couldn’t let him in on the idea…. I’m a horrible ungabber-(yeah,
that has potential to be a real word).
In other words, I’m horrible at keeping surprises… It’s not that I just
blurt them out- I just become super obvious.
Alas, I digress…
I rented the car by Monday, found the hotel room by Monday
night (yeah, stop thinking that- it’s for ME only!)- but that’s right. I was going to SEE him. (*still makes my heart race!*) I mean, I just don’t rent a car, get a room,
and plan a super trip involving 14 hours or more driving in a 48 hr period for
just anybody. PD must be some special dude- or at least
I was going to find out!
I set it up so we stopped talking a few days before (cuz I
can’t always keep my big mouth shut). We
actually had a mini-fight over something somewhat legit- and I totally dragged it way out. I felt bad for him (I’m a horrible
person). He sent me a poor e-mail that
said he had planned on surprising me with a visit in March- like a ~*poof!*~
visit. Man, great minds think alike (or
so I’d like to think). He was getting
close, too close. I involved another person just to tell him to
give me space (forgive me yet??)
So the day of departure came- I had such high
expectations. I think I half expected
myself to become a temporary superhero.
The plan
Work til 6. Sleep til midnight. Drive til 630am or so. Heartattack apartment with features to be
described in a second, find parking lot to sleep in, let PD freak an hour or
so, surprise PD with me and a few days
to find something to entertain me.
It was my plan that he would be free- even though I couldn’t get him to
respond to ‘weekend plan’ questions.
What actually happened
I worked until 730p with some urgent patients in the morning that pushed back my whole schedule. After, I was informed it was opening day for a HUGE carnival- and I was suuuuuuu not going to miss that. So, I partied until 115a. Slept until 4. Drove from 4 until 1030a. Arrived, and then learned that PD’s apartments aren’t numbered- so my entire plan went down the toilet…. Rawr!
I had some paper hearts and a mobile to hang on the
door. Basically, this is how things
went:
Prologue:
PD: I’m sorry… what did I do? How can I fix it?
Bug: Just leave me alone- I can’t think (told you I was
horrible)
PD: Okay… I’m here whenever you are ready. (isn’t he the sweetest?!)
(* and PD lost his voice*)
Day of:
Bug: How’s the voice?
PD: still raspy
Bug: Aw. So you
taking it easy today?
PD: Yep, still on the couch. I have to do the bulletin and that’s it.
(excellent- bwahahaha!)
I had every intent of covering his apartment (and maybe bushes) with paper hearts. Placing the mobile and carrying out my plan in broad daylight. I had two problems though: 1. The first time I circled the apartment, a white SUV had pulled up behind me. As I looked like I was scoping the place, which I was, I got nervous and bailed. 2. When I got a good look at the place, I figured out that there are no logical numbers to the building… time for nonexistent plan B… desperation??
Bug: I had
such great plans of grandeur for today.
I had to make you
think I was
mad so you wouldn’t pick up on it… I think I can settle
for this…
PD: Okay…
Bug: Why the
frick aren’t these numbered?! (to go
into history with
my others like oh crap! and I’m never gonna
love that down- yay?)
PD: Why aren’t what numbered?
Bug: If I start meowing, will you let me in?
PD: Are you kidding?
And that, my new friends, is how we met. He came outside (cuz I still couldn’t figure
out how to get inside- sad, isn’t it?) gave me a strange hug, stared at me a second
(yes! shock!), and invited me inside.
We had a fabulous weekend filled with lunch with his Mother,
meeting’s his mother’s little dog- watching her dog hump my dogs (is that too
racy for this blog?), and teaming up with PD’s mom to get him to go to mass
with us (I really am Mormon!). We ate
out, attended a movie, met his Dad and his Dad’s dog, he showed me around his
little city (not near as small as I expected!), went to church, and went for a
long walk together before I had to leave.
Oh...that's what you wanted me to do. We can still do that. No problem
ReplyDeletemaybe, I shouldn't have mentioned it.... :P
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