First, the trip got postponed because as I was showering and getting ready to get in the car and drive, I realized that I had a bladder infection. For reals. Instead of going to Palm Springs I spent several hours pacing frantically, on the phone with my doctor, and ingesting an obscene amount of water. That is, the few moments not spent on the toilet, cursing life. Schmo was very good about it and called me for updates and we watched movies and TV together and I managed to sleep over without him molesting me.
We ended up leaving on Thursday and had a good drive up and a good market trip and then arrived at the house and LOW AND BEHOLD! The key was not in the hiding spot. We spent several hours calling the friend who owns the house and waiting for the neighbor dad who should have a spare key (but didn't) and then looking for missing spare key, and finally not finding anything. Schmo ended up calling a locksmith to break into the house. And then he entered the alarm code wrong and it went nuts and we were not sure if the police were going to show up. Through it all, there was a lot of fooling around in the backyard, so it wasn't all a loss.
Thursday night was perfection and so was Friday. I'll just include this anecdote of when I was eating a box of Reeses Pieces and Schmo was sort of half napping, and I shoved some in his mouth so he wouldn't complain that I finished them, but then he wanted more and I had already chewed up the rest, but I helpfully pointed out that he had a yellow one in his ear. Of course he reached up and there it was.
Friday night, we went out for dinner with house owners Eric and Lee and some of their friends, and we all drank way too much. I was feeling a little out of place with all his friends and I went to bed mad that Schmo didn't even notice, but got over that quick when he announced (in the dark) that he might puke. Then he spent eight hours tossing and turning and burping and moaning. I couldn't touch him because he was so uncomfortable. As a result, I lay in bed absolutely FREEZING for an hour, curled up, willing myself to get warm. Eventually, I inched close enough to steal some body heat (he is like an oven) but couldn't fall asleep because I was so aware of every single exhalation and swallow. (What if he throws up ON me?!?!!?!?!?) I finally fell asleep around five in the morning and had an intense dream about working on a boat and being in a car crash. We did not make it to the sunrise hike we planned the night before.
When we woke up later, we all went out to breakfast and it was lovely. Then we said goodbyes and it was lovely. The drive home was also lovely especially when he told me he was happy with how things were going (completely solicited by me) and that actually, yes, I DO deserve to know how he was feeling about us. Boys can be so annoying.
Overall, this "weekend" was AWESOME and I was very sad and lonely when I walked into my apartment by myself. I admit I got teary, but that was also probs I got maximum five hours of sleep last night.
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