That is the question I woke up asking myself this morning in response to the events of this weekend. Let's review shall we?
Friday night was supposed to be low key with Jr. High Crush meeting up early and having a carry out dinner and movie night at my place. Then a friend called me with a family crisis and I found myself babysitting unexpectedly for two kids when I didn't even have my own. That set us back about 3 hours so no dinner, just a movie.
And then super hot foreplay followed by (very mediocre) sex. This is a bummer to me because I had just convinced myself to try to "leap" and then this little roadblock presents itself. I'm not shallow and know sex isn't everything but I also know myself well enough to know that it's a really important part of a relationship for me and if it's not good and there's little chance of it getting better for reasons beyond either of our control, I'm going to get really restless really quickly. I'm still trying to figure out what, if anything, this changes. Stay tuned.
Saturday I rocked out a girl's night. And by rocked out, I mean drank way more than I ever normally do, stupidly mixed what I was drinking, danced my ass off, and came home and puked. And then suffered a hangover on Sunday morning the likes of which I haven't experienced since the tragic Goldschlager incident of 1997. It was truly not one of my brighter moves.
This massive and most unwelcome hangover resulted in a missed church service, a broken brunch date, and two missed workout classes at the gym. I was not excited about missing any of that to stay home and feel like complete ass hunkered down in my darken bed room/cave. The oddest thing is that I was feigning for a fountain Diet Pepsi like a crackhead needing a hit. Which the Twin ended up coming to my door with in the mid-afternoon hours.
I know, I know... the Twin. I was supposed to have a completely friendly-ex brunch with him and had to call and cancel when I thought I was going to pass out and/or throw up in the shower as I was attempting to get ready to go. He was actually pretty sweet and presented no obvious agenda by being nice to me. He brought my diet Pepsi, hung out on the other end of the couch for an hour, and hit the road. No harm, no foul. Or at least it appears to be innocent at this moment, time will tell if he holds it against me down the road.
So yeah, not sure how any or all of those things ended up shaking out how they did but I can't make this stuff up kids... Hero, I felt like you this weekend, I think you are rubbing off on me!