see what i mean?
so anyways, saturday was kind of a strange day. by strange i mean that i took some nyquil friday night to relieve the never-ending sinus blah going on in my head and, in the words of my favorite gay interior decorator Franc, it was like "bye, bye, george. see you next thursday!" dead to the world.
i knew that would happen. don't worry. that's why i take my antihistimines very seriously and refrain from lifting heavy objects or operating machinery while under the influence. AND that's why i waited till friday night to take it.
so i could sleep all day long!
at 1:30 pm on saturday i woke up to the sun shining, birds chirping, clint click-clicking away on his computer, and 2 meals into the day. i decided to catch up on my meals by eating the leftover pork chimichanga from dinner with the thurbinators the night before. i nuked that poor chimichanga and feasted on it like edward only dreamed of feasting on bella (in her pre-vampire years, obviously), because pork chimichanga just happens to be the most amazing smelling/tasting thing on the planet to me. MOST. AMAZING.
while i was eating the little fried piggy, i was ALSO watching the BYU/SDSU game. heaven+heaven=TOO MUCH HEAVEN! needless to say, after all that excitement i had to take a nap.
5 pm... up again. this time i wasn't about to let allergies or team spirit kick me to the curb. i know what the saturday night before exam week means. it means a few precious remaining hours of freedom-- for clint. which means date night! yahoo! and clint had planned an outting which i thoroughly intended on looking scrumptious for. so i did some laundry. put on my duds. did my hair all fancy shmancy and we headed out!
it was a lovely evening which included (in brief list fashion) 1 train ride with the pre-rodeo crowd, 1 for-real-don't-bring-your-mama-up-in-here sketch neighborhood, 1 walk down the fabulous louisiana street, 2 wonderful rolls of sushi, 1 edamame, 1 diet coke, 1 train ride with the downtown clubbin' crowd, 3 walks up and down main, 1 man in a suit in the dog park with a puppy (at 11 pm... so sweet!), and 1 stripper.
okay, maybe stripper is too harsh a term. we will call her the dancer. the dancer was in the window of a second-story club which happened to be located right across the street from the train stop. where we had to wait.
the dancer was clothed, thank you for wondering. kind of clothed. booty shorts and one of those shirts jennifer lopez was always wearing when she played "selena." and she was dancing on some sort of elevated stage thing, in the corner of an empty room, rave music and crazy lights celebrating her awesome powers of dance in the background.
first we were slighlty offended. i'm all like "clint, cover your eyes." which i did for him.
then we were slightly amused. by how empty the rest of the room was and how close to the window the dancer was.
then we were confused. she suddenly disappeared.
then we were simulateously relieved and entertained. because she came back with a portly gentleman who was there to dance!
we decided that as much as i would like to be a window dancer to earn us some extra cash, i just don't have the skillz.
followed by 1 train ride home with the post-rodeo crowd. that's a fun bunch.
what are your date nights like?
Hilarious! I had to read the end of your post to Scott because it was so funny.
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