What are you most looking forward to this weekend?
It being over.
I mean, it's not that there's nothing to look forward to this weekend. I'll be watching the Milan derby at 6 AM tomorrow morning (it's tough being a fan of Italian soccer and living in the Pacific time zone). My son has a soccer and a baseball game on Saturday. On Sunday, we're going to go see Ironman.
But the thing I'm most looking forward to is the end of the weekend, so that it will be only 2 more days until I go to Denver and see my boyfriend.
It's been six weeks, and that's way too long.
Metallica is coming to
my store tomorrow. I spent today helping to manage the line, which started about 30 hours before the time we will be handing out wristbands. I love that sort of job.
Here are some photos from today. I got to know these people pretty well. There's the woman and her husband who drove in from Fresno. The woman who flew in from Australia. The one who is being paid to wait in line to hold the place of a truck driver who is on his way from Oregon. The guy from LA with the Irish accent. The man with the 12-ish-year-old daughter who asked and got permission from her mom to stay overnight too. The guy everyone was talking about who would be arriving from Finland, but who hadn't arrived by the time I left.
The excitement everyone was feeling was contagious; I had a great time managing things for them and answering questions.
I joined facebook not too long ago, figuring I would see who might turn up from the past. It didn't take long before I found a couple of people from high school that I thought I wouldn't mind talking to again. Then I got a friend request from another guy from high school. This one surprised me.
It was from a guy a year ahead of me, Shawn. I had a crush on him. Looking back, I realize that's an understatement. I had the largest crush I've ever had on anyone, on him. I was a sort of geeky girl; he was a star football, basketball and baseball player.
That's my yearbook photo from my senior year, which would have been taken a few months after the time I'm talking about. Shawn and I were in a Spanish class together and I remember spending a lot of time talking to him about all kinds of things -- he was out of my league but he was extremely nice. He never made me feel like I shouldn't be talking to him or like he didn't care what I had to say. I suppose that's a big part of the reason I had such a huge crush in the first place.
That's his senior picture. It's not quite how I remember him, everyone always looks so formal in these pictures. And the hair was definitely not like that on an everyday basis. But that's the general idea. I drew a picture of him based on a photo that was in the yearbook and gave it to him, I believe on his last day at school. I can't quite remember the details, but I know I drew it in the couple of days between the time we got our yearbooks and the time the seniors got out of school.
Today, he stopped by the store where I work to pick up a movie he'd been looking for. I knew he was going to come by, we'd emailed back and forth a few times in the past few weeks and tried to compress 20 years' worth of life into email. He doesn't live in the area, but he's here for a few weeks doing some work. It was interesting to see him. He looks different. I guess that's obvious, it's been 20 years, but he's different enough that while we were talking I was looking at him and trying to see the person I remembered. I occasionally caught glimpses of him, but it's amazing how time changes people.
At one point he said, "Look, this is going to sound corny and lame no matter how I say it, so ..." And he told me that he still has the drawing I did. It has hung in every house he's lived in, and over the last 20 years he estimates he's mentioned it, and me, probably once a year. I found it very endearing, and realized that it's good to know he really was as nice as he had seemed.
What is the worst date you've ever been on?
I went out with this guy who had a PhD in math, worked at Lockheed Martin or something like that. He was extremely good looking but his personality was sort of blah (yeah I know, he was a math guy). We had lunch together and I was on the fence about how I felt about the whole thing.
Until the check came.
He said, "Here, you figure out the tip, I'm not very good at that."
Either he was telling the truth and he was an idiot with a PhD in math, or he was lying and using it as some kind of test for me, in which case he was an asshole instead of an idiot.
What makes it a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship instead of whatever other sort of less-defined relationship ("just dating"?) you have before that point?
That's the manager at my store on top of that car. How'd he end up in a magazine? Knowing the right people, apparently. The picture accompanies an article about old trends coming back in style. Who knew mullets were cool again?
Music-wise, what was the first 45, single or download you bought?
Submitted by Paddy Melt Wagon.
I believe it was Prince's "1999." And it was in fact a 45. Yeah, that makes me pretty old. Oh well.
I'm sick. And working more than people really should.
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ursula said:
Haha. Well, I'm currently involved with someone, and he's happily married, but yeah that would be a good ending to... read more
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the last paragraph pushed a tear out of my eye. you should go after him and date him, that painting... read more
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