The Weekend Recap

Friday
After Friday’s Top 5, I was thirsty. I met Steve America at the Ale House at 4pm for Early Happy Hour™. By 8pm, we’re utterly hammered. I get home and fuck around on the computer for a bit and receive a phone call just before I decide its time to pass out on my couch. I got a booty call. Yes, an actual booty call. From, get this…the Advertising Chick. Had I not been fucked-in-half drunk, I would’ve been speechless. I. Did. Not. Expect. That. Anywho, she came over. There was little sleep to be had.

Saturday
Breakfast and an early exit for the Advertising Chick. Interesting. I didn’t even have to tell her that I had to get going and be on the road by 10am. We just left it as, I’ll talk to you later. Got packed and headed for Boone.

I get there and check into the resplendent lodging that is the Boone Super 8. Freshen up and head out to meet the Nursing Student's parents. Ugh. Actually, it turned out to be a real non-event. They spent 15 minutes chatting me up and we were out of there. The day was fairly pedestrian. We ended up doing some shopping. I now have some fan-fucking-tastic additions to wardrobe. Afterwards, she suggests we go back to my room so that she can see me try on the clothes to make sure they all fit. Heh. I’m giving serious consideration to changing her name to Ms. Transparent. But back to the story. We end up finding a really sensational Japanese teppanyaki-style restaurant. Honestly, one of the best I’ve ever had the pleasure to dine in. The ginger dressing actually had freshly minced ginger and peppers…wow, it was amazing. After dinner, we decide to go see a movie. We both wanted to see Domino, but the Regal Cinemas in Boone had a limited selection. We opted for Elizabethtown, with Orlando Bloom and Kirsten Dunst. I thought it was a good movie…a little long, a little uneven and wandering in spots, but worth seeing, if for nothing else than the soundtrack. If there’s one thing Cameron Crowe can do, its put together a kickass movie soundtrack. The Nursing Student decides she wants me to try on clothes again. Sheesh. So I do. Afterwards, I take her back to her hotel. I hope her parents have forgotten what sex smells like.

Sunday
So, for the second week in a row I experienced a little slice of heaven. I could get used to this. I’m on my way home from Boone. Windows down, enjoying the crisp mountain air. I’m here to tell you, there is nothing like barreling down a winding mountain road in the Eurotrash-Mobile, at speeds generally considered unsafe, the seismic cacophony that is Tool’s cover of No Quarter thundering on the Bose. A-fucking-mazing.

Good ride home and it allowed me to do some thinking. I believe I’ve come to the decision that the Nursing Student and I are just too far apart from an overall maturity level. Small things…like humor as it relates to popular culture from the last two decades. For instance, she doesn’t get my Ted Knight impersonation, as in, she has no fucking clue who Judge Smails is, or never seen Too Close For Comfort. She thinks its funny, but only because its a funny voice, not because its Ted –fucking- Knight funny. There are other things as well. There’s this weird attraction thing with me when it comes to her. There are times I look at her and think, Damn, she looks like Teri Hatcher...other times I look and think, Meh. Then, there’s the things she says that creep me out…the, We should go skiing early next year, or the, I found something I want to get you for Christmas. I mean, why do we need to talk about Christmas presents and such? So what does all that mean? I have no clue. She fills the sex and companionship void. Fuck it…I guess its enough for now.

So Sunday was relaxing. Good run around the lake and was able to take in some football. Panthers squeezed one out. Prepare for Babygirl. Just a good chill night.