Loserman posted some shit on Facebook yesterday about a couple of junkyards around the city running specials right now because it’s hella-cold outside and no one in their right mind wants to spend a prolonged period out in the elements pulling junk (metal) parts.
Remember, he still needs to fix my truck and his deadline is…
**drum-roll**
TODAY.
BTW – he hasn’t even started… *smh* And he hasn’t given me any progress updates. Big surprise, right?
Photo Credit: Dutchess Roz
I was almost 2 in this picture.
Wow!
I have been feeling very forgettable recently and was browsing about the interweb to find some picture or meme that went along with the way I felt.
This showed up in my Google picture search:
Do you agree, Mr. X? ;)
Oh my goodness, I miss him more and more every day.
It takes all of my willpower (and we all know I have none) every single minute not to reach out to him.
Click here to read Sunday.
I wish I could tell you that we drove home in peace. The End.
That’s how I wished it would be.
Truthfully, I think this trip was karma serving me up some of my just desserts. So, I was still trying to roll with it.
For the most part…
It would be over eventually, right? And I was probably learning something…
This last part of the story is going to be difficult to write because there were a lot of my feelings involved and even more talking. Of course you are only going to hear what I remember, which is definitely going to paint me in a better light, but I always try to put this out here as objectively as I can. This journal is something I go back to later in order to see what-the-fuck. It’s important to me that I am as accurate as possible.
Read about Friday, Saturday Morning and The Rest of Saturday
After Saturday’s skate party was over, our fellow Denver-ite skater friend, Maya, asked for a ride back to our hotel. She wanted to wait in the lobby for her ride back to town and I was happy to oblige. It was nice to have someone else to talk to after skating – someone who has been to one of these things before… The conversation was nice and I learned a lot about the Denver skate drama scene (one thing she told me made me very happy I hadn’t gone to a skate party the year before with a different girl. Whew!).
I had mentioned a few times near the end of the night that I wanted to take a bath – I could feel the soreness in my bones. So, we returned to the hotel and said “Good-bye” to Maya. I told Scorpio he could take the first shower – I didn’t want to get my dirtiness all over the shower before he had a chance to get clean (seriously, that’s how I said it). Also, I wanted to take my time lounging in the hot water. Maybe his germ-o-phobe ass would fall asleep before I crawled into bed like the night before.
He didn’t even suggest that we shower together, he just hopped in the shower and started…. We talked while he was cleaning off – he was telling me what a great time he had, how he had no idea how much fun it would really be and thanking me for “inviting” him! He was downright giddy!
Then, something strange happened. He finished up his shower, dried off and started running a bath for me. I was shocked and all I could think to say was, “Ummm… Thank you for running my bath?”
