on tuesday, i slept all night after work and had a fabulous time doing so. and realized that the guy on the boat said, "it could be worse," which is why he could have said, "don't forget your purse." in any event:
it was aaron's mum's last night ...erm, last night, so i took her out to dinner at julia's in wallingford (no comparison to julia's on broadway) and then we went to the tractor tavern to see chris mullins, or something, in ballard. right as soon as we got to the show, i checked my phone and there were 3 messages and 8 missed calls. whoops. all three messages said something along the lines of: "hey babe, it's aaron, i'm at the hospital, but don't worry, i got burned pretty badly, but don't worry, ok? don't worry, i'm ok." i, of course, immediately flip out and run out of the show (after leaving aaron's mum, per her request, and getting a refund from the exceedingly kickass bouncer). en route to aaron's work, where he said he would be, he calls from the hospital so i meet him there. he'd spilled a half gallon of boiling water from the steamer on his left forearm ... hooray third degree burns. we looked at it last night and there was this huge blister that was sticking out, like, half an inch from his wrist. gross. the hospital gave him percoset, so i'll be having a V. relaxing weekend. after the hospital, we ran back to his work so he could pick up his stuff and talk to his manager and he bought be two g&ts, which was nice, and then we met his mum at the tractor tavern (and the bouncer, continuing his reign as the coolest bouncer ever, let both of us in for free) and then went home and tried to watch a campy 80s horror film called camp. i, however, fell asleep before it could give me nightmares.
btw, if ever you should have to chance to see chris mullins, apparently, you should because i showed up just in time to see his standing ovation.