last night ... mmm.
aaron was late getting off work so by the time he got to the bank it was locked so he had to wait outside in the cold until we finished closing. afterwards, we decided food was in order so we popped home to change and joanna recommended a nice lil italian restaurant off roosevelt. he needed some fingerless gloves so we hopped into a surplus store. and off to dinner we went.
this place was SUCH a datey place. it was so cute...we were surrounded by googly eyes. our waitress knew me from the bank so i knew she wouldn't care if we to order a bottle of wine. that was the second time i'd ever had alcohol in a restaurant -- the first was at nikko. mmm. sake. anyway, the wine was yummy and i got fairly tipsy fairly fast. we had pizza margherita for an appetizer and ziti for an entree and a limoncello shot and raspberry sorbet and why am i typing all this why you don't care rawr.
uh.
anyway, we're walking away from the restaurant and making out on a street corner when the busboy comes running after us because we forgot our leftovers. it was one of those stupid cute relationships thingys that in months past have been known to turn me into a raving maniac. oi, the hypocrisy. at least i have good friends who've been telling me, "when it happens to you, you'll understand, so BACK OFF."
scary part of the evening: driving to the restaurant, i mentioned how i forgot about the money i had in my savings account so we don't have to worry about that for a while, even though i'm supposed to be saving up for when i move to san francisco next year. and he says, "what?" and somewhere along the lines, i said, well, you can come too. later in the evening, tipsy as all fuck, i said, "yeah, we should totally move to san francisco next year. you'd love it there." and we smiled at each other and then said how scary it was to say things like that. it'll be three weeks on saturday.
i also mentioned how i hated being happy because there's nowhere to go but down, but it's so great being perfectly content. and he said, yeah.
yeah
we attempted to go visit some of his friends but alas, that was not to be. so we went home and tried to watch o brother where art thou, but alas, that was not to be either as smitty and joanna were studying like the nerds they are. so we took a bath instead.
and i'm going to be gross and annoying but fuck you, it's my diary. the boy says he has issues with, uh, getting too excited too fast, which he doesn't, but even if he did, he makes up for it by, erm, getting right back into it really quickly. i sucked him off twice within an hour, which is impressive to me.
and, as we all know, i don't enjoy giving head. i'd only done it once before him, but it's such a difference when you actually care about someone. yay for that.
bath/shower sex is awkward and kinky and only for every once in a while, i'll have you know (if you ever graduate to kinky sex :D), but it is way fun, especially for how drunk we were.
we were lying down watching o brother where art thou when aaron mentioned possibly going to dick's and it sounded so fucking good so the sweetheart ran out in the freezing fucking cold at 12:30a to get me food. and it was damn good. mm. i totally had a flashback to undressed (the first season ... is it still around?) when this girl can't have an orgasm (hmm) and she's talking with her roommate (kiki) about it and she says, "i didn't feel any of that, except for wanting a pizza afterwards." that was a great show for a while.
we're going to join a gym on saturday at the latest and we decided that once he gets a bit buffer and i lose 10 pounds we're going to celebrate. alas, we don't know how. any suggestions?
work is so slow. i am so bored. and so hungry. 5 minutes to break.
my schedule for next week kicks ass. i switched with my coworker (the one who reminds me of milton from office space) because i need saturday off to film my movie (!!) so now i'm working at 10:30am two days next week. huzzah! and we have monday off for veterans day. hurrah! AND sarah's coming to visit me tomorrow! yar!!!
the best veteran's day ever was during my sophomore year of boarding school in dc when i was in a play, a piece of my heart. it's about nurses in vietnam, and the entire cast and crew took a day trip to the wall. it. was. amazing. everyone was sobbing and to see all the memorials and kids paying tributes to fathers they never met and all that jazz ... almost enough to make me patriotic.
but then, you have to think that there wouldn't be a memorial at all if we'd never gotten involved. so. um. yeah.
this is why i don't have political opinions. damned if you do, damned if you don't, and really, it doesn't make that much a difference anyway.
i'm not registered to vote. let the bitching commence.