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learning2fly) wrote2004-09-30 05:31 pm
learning2fly) wrote2004-09-30 05:31 pm
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My Grandfather is stable for now. He's doing really well, all things considered. Still fighting to breathe with the pneumonia, still fighting.
Ok. Here's the update on the rest of last weekend:
**Best Day EVER: Tim and I went down to Chicago to the Hideout for an amazing afternoon of music. We caught Kelly Hogan and the Wooden Leg and of course Andrew Bird. It was a beautiful day, the crowd was mellow and respectful of the performers. Tim even got to register to vote there. Later we met up with Eric and Becky for some frolicking around a huge Halloween store, Jamba Juice of JOY, Zephr's and Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind. Eric got his armpit inspected and I got pulled onstage. It was a really great show. The day as a whole went fine except fot the ride home. We got lost and my cell phone refused to turn on. Luckily we found some help. Me, being an intellegent woman driver, stopped for directions at the nearest gas station. The clerk wasn't very helpful because he didn't speak english, but there was a very friendly cab driver in the parking lot that sent us in the right direction. BUT. The weird thing is that I was supposed to go to Josh's (the cowboy I dated from March till June) party, but I couldn't because I needed his phone number and a working cell phone to get directions. It was a good thing. I think a higher power was telling me not to go. My phone turned on again Sunday afternoon, just in time to get calls about my Grandfather going to the ER with heart/breathing problems. Strange, no? It was great that I didn't because Josh clearly REALLY wanted to see me again, leaving me drunken voicemails on my cell saying that 'his bed is ready'. Um. Nobody talks to me like that, ok? Nobody.
He called and wanted to hang out Sunday afternoon. I ignored him. :oP
Sunday was also awesome. I met up with my bud Marcie, her boyfriend and my old friend from middle school, Justin, and my date, Justin's band's drummer, Mike. Wow. That's way too complicated.
Mike picked me up and we spent the afternoon picking apples in Kenosha's Apple Hollar orchard. Having two boys together meant I had to duck every once in a while to dodge flying apples. It was awesome. I got to have lots of time to talk to Marcie and to Mike. He's really really cool. He's 29, lives in Racine with a roommate, works full time as a graphic artist for a local water filtration company. And plays the drums. And has an impressive Pink Floyd collection. And a lizard. He's got a great sense of humor, treats me with respect and thinks I'm gorgeous. It's so nice to find someone like him after the 4 dorks I've met so far this year. Every time we talk on the phone we rack up at least an hour. I can't wait till next weekend, we're going to the museum in Chicago and visiting the new Millenium Park together.
more updates to come...my patient decided to show up 20 minutes late. I guess I have to work now.
grumble grumble...
Ok. Here's the update on the rest of last weekend:
**Best Day EVER: Tim and I went down to Chicago to the Hideout for an amazing afternoon of music. We caught Kelly Hogan and the Wooden Leg and of course Andrew Bird. It was a beautiful day, the crowd was mellow and respectful of the performers. Tim even got to register to vote there. Later we met up with Eric and Becky for some frolicking around a huge Halloween store, Jamba Juice of JOY, Zephr's and Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind. Eric got his armpit inspected and I got pulled onstage. It was a really great show. The day as a whole went fine except fot the ride home. We got lost and my cell phone refused to turn on. Luckily we found some help. Me, being an intellegent woman driver, stopped for directions at the nearest gas station. The clerk wasn't very helpful because he didn't speak english, but there was a very friendly cab driver in the parking lot that sent us in the right direction. BUT. The weird thing is that I was supposed to go to Josh's (the cowboy I dated from March till June) party, but I couldn't because I needed his phone number and a working cell phone to get directions. It was a good thing. I think a higher power was telling me not to go. My phone turned on again Sunday afternoon, just in time to get calls about my Grandfather going to the ER with heart/breathing problems. Strange, no? It was great that I didn't because Josh clearly REALLY wanted to see me again, leaving me drunken voicemails on my cell saying that 'his bed is ready'. Um. Nobody talks to me like that, ok? Nobody.
He called and wanted to hang out Sunday afternoon. I ignored him. :oP
Sunday was also awesome. I met up with my bud Marcie, her boyfriend and my old friend from middle school, Justin, and my date, Justin's band's drummer, Mike. Wow. That's way too complicated.
Mike picked me up and we spent the afternoon picking apples in Kenosha's Apple Hollar orchard. Having two boys together meant I had to duck every once in a while to dodge flying apples. It was awesome. I got to have lots of time to talk to Marcie and to Mike. He's really really cool. He's 29, lives in Racine with a roommate, works full time as a graphic artist for a local water filtration company. And plays the drums. And has an impressive Pink Floyd collection. And a lizard. He's got a great sense of humor, treats me with respect and thinks I'm gorgeous. It's so nice to find someone like him after the 4 dorks I've met so far this year. Every time we talk on the phone we rack up at least an hour. I can't wait till next weekend, we're going to the museum in Chicago and visiting the new Millenium Park together.
more updates to come...my patient decided to show up 20 minutes late. I guess I have to work now.
grumble grumble...