Things are finally settling down a little. Things got a little worse with the BF and I at the very beginning of the month. This was mostly because he hadn’t been able to take any time off (or even get home at a reasonable hour). In fact, he had to drive to CA with a client for two days for some work that had to be done on-location.
However, he got back at 3 a.m. Monday night/Tuesday morning and I sat up with him a bit…he was fortunately able to work from home the next day while I had to drag my sorry butt to work. But after that, I could tell we were over some sort of invisible hump that has been in our way since the incident.
Then he got some unexpected validation for practically killing himself for his job. I had mentioned previously that his office was going to do layoffs, then they weren’t going to do layoffs…well, I guess they’re doing layoffs, and the first guy on the list is his best friend at work, Dick. This guy has been at there longer than the BF, and if it weren’t for the fact that the BF has higher billable hours, who knows?
Despite this news, however, the BF did a wonderful thing: he took the weekend off. In fact, on Friday he called me just as I was leaving work (which is right by a light rail stop) and asked me to come downtown and join him and Dick for drinks. It turned out to be a complaining fest – which was fine with me since I sort of assumed that (given the recent state of things). Plus, in addition to work gossip, Dick’s been told to shit-or-get-off-the-pot by his girlfriend of four years, who wants marriage and a baby in the next year or she’s out.
So I graciously offered to probe Dick for the deets on he and his girlfriend be the DD for both of them (I’m on Weight Watchers anyway, so I didn’t want to have that much beer) while they complained. Which they did, but I also want to say that the BF said what may be the best thing he’s ever said to me during the rounds of appetizers and drinks. It’s central to the revelations of this past week, but will have to get a post of its own. In any case, let’s just say it was a perfect start to the weekend.
Saturday was devoted to its own purpose: absolutely nothing. I’d even run errands after work on Thursday so that the BF could stay home all day on Saturday – he hasn’t had a single day without going anywhere in over two months. We watched Watchmen (which neither of us thought much of), he cooked me lunch, he took a nap while I watched four hours of So You Think You Can Dance, and then I joined him in his nap. We woke up at 10:40 at night and sat in the living room drinking beer and talking. We’ve actually been sitting together at least once a week lately, just talking or maybe playing a board game but not watching TV. It’s nice to feel the reconnection happening.
Sunday we slept in, grabbed a quick lunch at Chipotle, and then went to Golfland/Sunsplash to ride the lazy river, do some of the fast tube slides, and play silly video games (I have found that I am not too bad at video games that are calibrated for a 6-year-old’s coordination level). By the time we left we were starved (the selection not being too great for veggie folk at the hotdog stand!) so I suggested Chili’s. They’ve changed their menu since we were there last, but everything was delicious, and then we went home to watch the World News with Charlie Gibson before going to bed early. He even got up when I did today because we never picked my car up and it was still at work.
In short, it was heaven. It was so nice just hang out with no demands on our time, loose plans that could be changed on a whim, and remember all the reasons that we love each other. He’s already told me to make plans to go to The Landmark restaurant this weekend (which he’s wanted to take me to for years), and I get to pick a fancy restaurant to go out for my upcoming 30th birthday as well. And then there’s what he said when out for drinks on Friday…
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