Which Brings Me To You
For whatever reason - and they are many and varied - it would seem that in a couple of weeks I'm getting together with Flybastard. It's not a date, per se. We enjoy each other and are going to indulge ourselves. This means no emotional tie-ups, no stupid probing questions (that would be from me), just no. Fun.
If I can do this thing here and not get all wrapped up, I'm going to be super proud of myself. And it will, so there.
I would hope after the disappearing act he did last year and ensuing debacle over my watch (don't get me started) I wouldn't be silly enough to go there again.
You know? I am looking forward to seeing him, to hanging out with him and yet not getting all vested in something that's not there. Just...having fun. If I was being completely honest with myself, I'd admit that actually - that sounds just right.
I arrived at this whole thought process over the weekend, which may or may not have had anything to do with this:
The Fridge 'O Beer
The most beer my fridge has ever seen. It didn't quite know what to think.
The Auxilliary Cooler
Don't let the innocent bottles of water on top fool you; they were there strictly for hydration purposes only.
Yeah, it was a pretty good weekend, actually.
1 Comments:
That much beer should guarantee a good time! And I'm glad you had the water there to rehydrate, very important. ;)
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