Tuesday, June 21, 2005
( 8:32 AM ) teahouse
The Boy has been in Las Vegas since the weekend. He and some buddies went out there a few days ago for a bachelor party.
I had lots of grand plans for the weekend. I was going to relax, and donate that pile of clothes in my living room to the Salvation Army. And pick up dry cleaning. And catch up on sleep. And maybe go to MOMA.
Instead, I found myself stuck at the office until 10 p.m. both Saturday and Sunday nights. And 11 p.m. last night.
The Boy has called me several times to check up on me. Our conversations have gone like this:
Him: We went to a restaurant called the Pink Taco tonight. Lots of beer! I'm drunk!
Me: I ordered tacos from the local Mexican restaurant when I was working late tonight.
Him: I won $700 playing poker tonight!
Me: I wish I could bash that partner's head in with a poker.
Him: I got sunburned from sitting by the hotel pool.
Me: I'm really pale because I haven't seen the sun in 72 hours.
Him: The other guys are still gambling downstairs, but I came up to my room to relax and chat with my cute girl.
Me: You hired a stripper for your hotel room?
He has handled my foul mood very well. He's flying home tonight, and has promised to take me out to a lovely dinner with his winnings.
As long as he lets me super size, I'll be content. #