A tale of two weeks

It’s amazing how different two weekends can be. One good, one bad. Let’s talk about the good one first.

Almost two weeks ago, Dave and I headed down to Athens to spend a few days with the little one (known to most as Kim). We took the dog to the kennel Thursday morning and then began our trek down south. Once in A-town, we checked into the Amerihost and then went to Casa (restaurant where Kim works) to find Kim. We decided to get some tasty pizza and hang out at her house before coming back into town for some adult Shel Silverstein night at Casa that Charles wanted to go to. We discovered that they live waaaaay out in the boonies on a very scary gravel road, but the house is neat. The Shel Silverstein thing would have been much better if we had been able to see and hear it, but that’s life I guess. Of course, maybe it wasn’t really any good at all, because Charles spent most of the time back in the office of Casa.

Friday, we all rolled out of bed early to have breakfast at the Village Bakery (or something like that). After breakfast, Kim and I went to this crazy bead store. There were so many different kinds of beads and such that I’m pretty sure I didn’t even see everything! I must go back!

Now, I had always figured that many people in Athens were, how shall I put it, a little hippie-esque, but the lady that owns this store takes the cake. Keep in mind, this was the Friday after Election Day, and I had heard a lot of political blathering in the weeks leading up to Election day, but … This lady was talking to another girl working there, and I heard them talking about the election and Issue 1 (state ban on gay marriage [rat bastards]). These two were absolutely shocked that the ban had passed. I was absolutely shocked that they were that stupid. Apparently, people in Athens live in a tiny little bubble. They have no idea what goes on in the rest of the state, and I’d hazard to guess the country, and have no idea what a bunch of smug, self-righteous, gay-bashing bastards populate Ohio. I was just floored.

The other thing that made me shake my head was that this lady “just couldn’t spiritually understand” how Kerry lost to Bush. I wanted to tell her that she must not have had her crystals and rocks aligned correctly, but I again bit my tongue. I mean, she was after all counting out my beads to figure out the bill.

So after the bead outing, we ended up back at the hotel where Kim and Dave napped, and then Kim went to work. Then Dave and I napped, and then we went to dinner and to Wal-Mart to buy Kim a flashlight. The house was cool, but they seriously need another outside light to shine on the driveway. Then we met Kim at Casa because she was finished. We ended up playing Scrabble at Casa during “Latin Dance Night,” which was so freaking loud that we couldn’t even hear each other when we were shouting in each other’s ears. Scrabble good, loud music bad.

So Saturday morning we again got up at the butt crack of dawn. Dave and I checked out, then headed to – you guessed it – Casa for breakfast. Kim had to work in the bar after that, so we hung out at the bar for a little while and then headed out for mom & dad’s. The visit was pretty good overall, despite our being shunned several times (not by Kim).

The highlight of Saturday was the keith urban concert that night. I have to say, KEITH URBAN FUCKING ROCKS MY WORLD!!! He is a fantastic performer, sings and plays the guitar like you wouldn’t believe, and really seems to love what he’s doing. My pictures didn’t come out at all, so I’m pretty pissed about that, but hey, at least we were at the concert. I’ll just throw a little plea out there to keith to please, please, please cut the smoke machine for at least one song, like maybe for “You’ll Think of Me,” so your adoring fans can get one good picture to remember the concert. But like I said, it was a great concert, and the music is starting to grow on Dave so I’m hoping we’ll go again next time he tours.

My bad weekend started last Thursday. I’d had a cold all week, so I was planning on just hanging around the house and resting, maybe doing some laundry. A couple of Dave’s friends wanted us to go up to BG to play pool, but I didn’t really want to so I told Dave to go and have fun. Later that night Dave called and told me that he’d run into a friend of mine, Jason Frost, who told him that a second friend who’s in the reserves, Jason Carmen, got called up to go to Iraq and was leaving Saturday and that they were having a going away party for him Friday night. To put it mildly I was pretty shocked.

After much crying and freaking out, I called to see if I could take Friday off from work, and then I sat around berating myself and feeling guilty for not have talked to Carmen in so long and wasting all that time we’ve all had to get together. You always take things for granted, you know?

So Friday Dave and I went to the party, and it was horrible. It was so great to see the guys, but it was so hard to just pretend to be happy and pretend like it was any other party. But I didn’t cry, although there were a lot of hugs given. And I had several drinks, so that’s pretty impressive, take it from me. We got home around 4:30 a.m. and I had a little bit of a headache, so I took an Aleve and went to bed. Not smart. I started puking around 5 and once that gate was open, it didn’t want to close.

I think that aside from the alcohol/Aleve mixture, the holding in of emotions just made me sick. That and all the snot from my cold/sinus problems. Those three things combined to keep me in bed until 5 p.m. Saturday, which totally sucked. So don’t do that.

Well, I again have a headache, so I’m going to go to bed.

*BURN UPDATE* It’s in love with keith urban.


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