The Weekend Recap
Woof. What a doozy.
Friday
Start the day by having breakfast with the Nursing Student. Afterwards, she heads home and I roll out to pick up my living room furniture with the brother-in-law. Get home and get it set up...this shit looks phenomenal (pictures still to come). Note that the Top 5 for Friday is going to be late.
Meet up with Steve, Dan Yelle, Stephen, and Kim later that night for dinner and adult beverages. The girls leave and us fellas continue to hang and watch the Yankees lose to the Red Sux. We had a good time outside of the Yanks losing...beer was tasty, scenery was fantastic. Must've been hot chick night at the Ale House. It was actually kinda funny...we were at the bar and this nice looking blonde comes up and sits beside me. She's got on a Hideki Matsui jersey so I strike up a conversation (since Godzilla is also my favorite Yankee). Turns out she has a boyfriend...who's standing right behind her. Yet that doesn't stop her from getting all touchy feely right in front of him. Like hand-on-my-thigh touchy feely. Sheesh...maybe they have an open relationship or something. Stephen's looking at me with this big grin on his face and says, Maybe she wants a new boyfriend? I think, she could've had one for a night ;)
So everyone knows that alcohol makes one do fucked up shit. I am not immune to its devilish ways. On the way home, I call the Nursing Student. Not really a drunk dial, since I wasn't really drunk and I wasn't really that horny, though I probably would've driven to Chapel Hill given the chance. Anyway, I proceed to intimate that maybe I wanted our relationship to be more exclusive than I initially let on. Ugh. Not that I don't like her...I certainly do...but I'm still pretty sure I have no idea what I want right now. I end the night in bed trying to think of how I'm going to retract that statement. I decide that faking my own death might be the best alternative.
Saturday
Use my new Cuisinart Grind n' Brew coffee maker. Great cup of coffee. Nice run around the lake to start the morning.
Since the UNC game wasn't on television, I was able to get some things done around the house while listening to the game on the radio. UNC blasts a pretty good Utah team. That feeling of hope in the season is returning.
Yanks win. Clinch the division.
The Nursing Student comes over and fawns all over the new furniture and my mad HGTV decorating skillz. We decide to head out and grab some coffee since we'd already eaten dinner. Plus, we have some time to kill before the movie. In talking, I keep having these dichotomous feelings of being incredibly drawn to her, meanwhile, focusing on minor flaws (things she says that show her age, her hairstyle, etc). All this time, I have this WWF Summerslam-type conflict going on inside me, with the title two contenders, The Commited Avenger and Thunderslut, duking it out for supremacy of my psyche. Turns out there's a double disqualification as the Avenger throws Thunderslut over the top rope, just as Thunderslut's manager, Jimmy Hart, crushes the Avenger's knee with a steel chair. Guess that decision will have to wait. Anyway, we go see A History of Violence and the movie is fantastic. Great performances by all, especially Ed Harris and William Hurt. Plus, Maria Bello is not so hard on the eyes. I highly recommend the movie. Get back home and it turns into a late night. Woof...thank God for korean ginseng and maca.
Sunday
We get up and have more delicious coffee from my now favorite purchase, the Cuisinart. Decide to get dressed and have some lunch at Carraba's. Now, the night before, I looked at her hairstyle as a minor flaw. Today, she flat irons it. Holy shit. Me likey. I tell her that me likey. Anywho, lunch was great...I love their Spiedino di Mare. Seeing as how I need a dining room table and a new bedroom suite, we go furniture shopping. Actually find some stuff that I really like...oddly enough, the Nursing Student and I have almost the exact same taste in furniture. Again, this is no shock, since I'm still convinced that she's the female me at age 24. Head back to the house because she has to go back to the Hill to study, and I have to prep for another date. Before leaving, she decides that she is in need. I decide that she is insatiable, and that I'm going to have to start investing in Cialis if I'm going to keep up with more than one woman.
The night starts off well enough but quickly turns into a disaster. I cancel my order of Cialis, watch Desperate Housewives, and go to bed.
Friday
Start the day by having breakfast with the Nursing Student. Afterwards, she heads home and I roll out to pick up my living room furniture with the brother-in-law. Get home and get it set up...this shit looks phenomenal (pictures still to come). Note that the Top 5 for Friday is going to be late.
Meet up with Steve, Dan Yelle, Stephen, and Kim later that night for dinner and adult beverages. The girls leave and us fellas continue to hang and watch the Yankees lose to the Red Sux. We had a good time outside of the Yanks losing...beer was tasty, scenery was fantastic. Must've been hot chick night at the Ale House. It was actually kinda funny...we were at the bar and this nice looking blonde comes up and sits beside me. She's got on a Hideki Matsui jersey so I strike up a conversation (since Godzilla is also my favorite Yankee). Turns out she has a boyfriend...who's standing right behind her. Yet that doesn't stop her from getting all touchy feely right in front of him. Like hand-on-my-thigh touchy feely. Sheesh...maybe they have an open relationship or something. Stephen's looking at me with this big grin on his face and says, Maybe she wants a new boyfriend? I think, she could've had one for a night ;)
So everyone knows that alcohol makes one do fucked up shit. I am not immune to its devilish ways. On the way home, I call the Nursing Student. Not really a drunk dial, since I wasn't really drunk and I wasn't really that horny, though I probably would've driven to Chapel Hill given the chance. Anyway, I proceed to intimate that maybe I wanted our relationship to be more exclusive than I initially let on. Ugh. Not that I don't like her...I certainly do...but I'm still pretty sure I have no idea what I want right now. I end the night in bed trying to think of how I'm going to retract that statement. I decide that faking my own death might be the best alternative.
Saturday
Use my new Cuisinart Grind n' Brew coffee maker. Great cup of coffee. Nice run around the lake to start the morning.
Since the UNC game wasn't on television, I was able to get some things done around the house while listening to the game on the radio. UNC blasts a pretty good Utah team. That feeling of hope in the season is returning.
Yanks win. Clinch the division.
The Nursing Student comes over and fawns all over the new furniture and my mad HGTV decorating skillz. We decide to head out and grab some coffee since we'd already eaten dinner. Plus, we have some time to kill before the movie. In talking, I keep having these dichotomous feelings of being incredibly drawn to her, meanwhile, focusing on minor flaws (things she says that show her age, her hairstyle, etc). All this time, I have this WWF Summerslam-type conflict going on inside me, with the title two contenders, The Commited Avenger and Thunderslut, duking it out for supremacy of my psyche. Turns out there's a double disqualification as the Avenger throws Thunderslut over the top rope, just as Thunderslut's manager, Jimmy Hart, crushes the Avenger's knee with a steel chair. Guess that decision will have to wait. Anyway, we go see A History of Violence and the movie is fantastic. Great performances by all, especially Ed Harris and William Hurt. Plus, Maria Bello is not so hard on the eyes. I highly recommend the movie. Get back home and it turns into a late night. Woof...thank God for korean ginseng and maca.
Sunday
We get up and have more delicious coffee from my now favorite purchase, the Cuisinart. Decide to get dressed and have some lunch at Carraba's. Now, the night before, I looked at her hairstyle as a minor flaw. Today, she flat irons it. Holy shit. Me likey. I tell her that me likey. Anywho, lunch was great...I love their Spiedino di Mare. Seeing as how I need a dining room table and a new bedroom suite, we go furniture shopping. Actually find some stuff that I really like...oddly enough, the Nursing Student and I have almost the exact same taste in furniture. Again, this is no shock, since I'm still convinced that she's the female me at age 24. Head back to the house because she has to go back to the Hill to study, and I have to prep for another date. Before leaving, she decides that she is in need. I decide that she is insatiable, and that I'm going to have to start investing in Cialis if I'm going to keep up with more than one woman.
The night starts off well enough but quickly turns into a disaster. I cancel my order of Cialis, watch Desperate Housewives, and go to bed.
posted by sethro at 8:37:00 AM
4 Comments:
hee... Thunderslut.. that is great...
Thank you, Ms. Beez Knees! I prostrate myself to you superior analytical abilities. The Nursing Student is quite liberal and may just go for it, but even if she doesn't, a tussle in the sheets with a street hooker can't be all bad! I'll shelve the "fake my own death" plans for now.
If I'm not mistaken.....wouldn't nursing student prefer a threesome with you and another dude? eeew!
they have street hookers in Raleigh? I thought that wasn't allowed down there...? If needed, one can be shipped down asap... I'll have to stop up the block first though...
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