am i too obvious to preach it?
complete and total birthdayness.
friday, i was a nervous wreck. i hadn't seen the bf in TWO (count 'em TWO!) months. granted, this is an LD relationship, and therefore, most likely, par for the course. but i'm greedy, and i want him when i want him.
unfortunately, the cosmos has yet to align in accordance to my desires.
anyway, so 2 months. yes. and i'm pretty much freaking out, because, in my paranoid little mind, i've got it all figured out. he's going to show up, say, "hm. you know what? not so much...", and leave.
(silly? yes. but, then again, this is me we're talking about here, kids. step inside my brain for awhile...it's a scary place.)
well, i needn't have worried. it was as if a huge sigh of relief had taken over me. that comfort level that he and i have had since the get-go was there immediately.
after we got, um, reacquainted, we decided to head to applebee's to get some grub. well, hatfield, pennsylvania is unfortunately a lot like cinderella -- come midnight, it's all over. so off to wendy's we went. hit the drive-thru, and came back home and watched lots of vh1.
my bf is the best. he wrote me a poem. he wrote me a muthafuckin-oh-my-god-i-think-i'm-going-to-pass-out-and-die-from-this poem. and it's long, too. like the iliad or something. ok. maybe not. but it is lovely, and beautiful and rendered me absolutely speechless and giddy. anyone who knows me, knows that poetry is a HUGE deal to me. so, just the fact that...he wrote one for me is quite overwhelming, honestly.
*takes a moment to recover from the puddlerificness of it all*
saturday we headed to L & B's house down the shore. we had a nice little BBQ with them and one other couple. i was presented with some fun birthday gifts. (like a hello kitty shower radio. you know you envy me)
then we headed to jenks to watch dog voices. these guys are well-known in the jersey cover band scene. well. let me tell you. the lead singer, monte, must have been way loaded, or way high, because he sounded like SHIT. and he left the stage for songs at a time, leaving the band to fend for themselves - luckily the bassist also sings some leads, so it all was pretty under control.
it was funny though, because the night before on vh1's 100 most shocking moments in rock history, one of the moments was a Jefferson Airplane concert in which grace slick was so loaded that she was making no sense at all and sounded like shit. off-key and just...bad. so the whole night, i'm thinking "oh, god, monte's pulling a GRACE SLICK!"
upon returning to L and B's house, we all made the brilliant decision to go skinny dipping. so now i'm wet, naked, cold, tired and drunk. hm. not a good combination. i ended up having a mini-breakdown of sorts. (note to self: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, woman! please remember to take your medication. dumbass.) ah, the joys of being meredith elaine. luckily, i have the BEST bf in the world universe, and he is very good at calming me down and giving me the extra TLC that i often require, being the FREAK that i am.
so all was well. i slept. until 6am. i got hot. i got nauseous. and from 8am-12noon, i was in the bathroom. heaving. no. let me rephrase that. HEAVING. like, as in saturday's LUNCH came back. that's not normal. but then again, neither is puking as much as i did.
i truly don't know how/why this happened, because by the end of the night, i was FINE. i didn't do any drinking on an empty stomach, in face, i did quite a bit of eating. and besides one shot, i stuck to beer all night. maybe partially because i got myself all emotionally worked up when i was upset earlier in the evening? i did quite a bit of hyperventilating.
strange.
anyway, i decided to face the world again at about 2 or 3pm. and proceeded to eat 2 bagels. one with butter. one with cream cheese. good god. L and B and M and D decided to go to the Sawmill to hang for a bit, and i politely declined, because if i was anywhere within a 10 mile radius of alcohol, i know it'd be ugly. so bf and i rolled back to lovely hatfield. we picked up some wendy's for dinner (again!), opened up my pull-out couch and watched some crap tv and...slept. yeah, slept.
the weekend ended much too soon. the good times ceased early. my bed is going to feel very very empty...
luckily, this weekend, the frivolity shall continue! w00t! the bf is coming back. saturday we're going to go see howie day, and then on sunday we're going to the warped tour with L and B. good friends, my bf, and more rockboys than i could possibly handle.
oh my. it's going to be an orgasmerific weekend.
and i am the luckiest girl in the entire world.
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