So, Yeah

 I mentioned last week that I should write more, but of course, I went a while without writing.  Typical.

Thursday I went out to eat with Momma.  We went to Applebees and I had a couple long islands and a plate of riblets.  The food was good but the long islands were a bit harsher than what I remember them to be.  I think Copper Creek Cafe has ruined long island ice teas for me… they use a wine based liquor and it’s nowhere near as harsh… and I think Applebees was using waaay too much sour in the tea.  I spent the time talking with mom about the stupid stuff going on around and just venting a little bit.  

Friday was alright, work wise.  Gloria’s out till next month (her dog tripped her the other week and she wonked up her foot, I guess.) so I’m picking up her work as well as my own.  I was supposed to work this weekend, but I got distracted.  Ben emailed me Friday, finally caught up with me, so to speak.  Apparently he now has a job (woot!) and is doing better.  Misses me though.  ::grin:: But then again, who wouldn’t?  A friend of mine wrote that she and one of her friends couldn’t just be "friends." And I was thinking about that the other night, when I was reading Ben’s emails… I think I understand what she meant.  Ben and I make awesome friends, as long as there’s at least 60 miles between us – if we were any closer or there was any real chance of us hooking up to hang out physically, then I don’t think we could continue to tell ourselves that we’re ‘friends.’  But yeah, he’s doing good and whatnot.  And I’m glad. I hope he emails me again today.

Friday night was a… well… it was… I’ll just copy and paste from the email to Ben – 

 I wasn’t around last night; I got kidnapped as I got off the bus and was whisked away by Andrew, Hillary and their friend Izzy.  And if I didn’t know before that they were fucking idiots, I sure as hell know now.  Well, Hillary’s the idiot, Andrew just tends to follow along with stupid and bad ideas.  Since Andrew’s been back, we’ve been doing a bit of energy work; group meditation to see if we can change the way our energy flows and to see how it reacts with each other, that kind of thing.  Hillary mentioned knowing of a good place to go to work on it, since parents are home and we didn’t want to be home, so we ended up driving out to a cemetery in Bucoda.  Yeah.  A cemetery.  And not even one that’s known to being calm and… you know… nice.  It was totally bad.  From the moment I stepped out of the car I wasn’t myself.  None of us really worked with group stuff, but I got some of the strangest fucking thoughts while out there.  It sounds so silly when I put it out into words but I wanted to take my nails and rip my skin off, because I knew if I could only tear deep enough, I’d see my real skin.  And I wanted to take off my clothing and cover myself in dew and mud and… and yeah.  Not happy.  I went and sat in the car for a good half hour and it freaked me out enough that I cried on the way home, I was just so damned relieved.
 
We ended up going to an Irish pub next, hung out in there for a good four hours.  The pub was great.  I think I’m in love with the owner. ::snicker:: He’s around 50 or so years old, and talks with the most beautiful Irish accent.  I guess he was born and raised in Dublin and came over from there.  He also has a wickedly awesome sense of humor and an interesting singing voice.  It was open mic night.  The waitress sings the blues and writes her own lyrics, and that was epic, she has a voice and a lot of soul.  It gave a good, warm end to what might have otherwise been a really, really bad night.  
 
When I got home, I curled up and read a comic where they retold Grimm’s Fairy Tales, only with the original, darker stories.  It was an amazing comic put out by Zenescope Entertainment… Burn.My.Dread actually told me about them.  If you like comics or graphic novels, and you like darker stories… they’re really good.  Hill was wanting to read them next.
 
Oh my god.  And that reminds me.
 
I almost bitch-slapped Hillary on Friday; even before the whole cemetery thing.  We all stopped at the mall to look around and to goof off.  We stopped in at Spencers, which is where I saw the two comic collections (I also got Return to Wonderland), and I remember being told about them.  So I started flipping through and set them down to wander around a little bit longer.  Well, Hillary found something that she liked and showed it to Andrew and asked him to buy it for her.  Her told her his savings were dwindling as it was, and he really couldn’t afford to spend them on stupid things like that. Hell, I can’t remember what it was.  Anyways, I started thinking about it and figured that I had enough money to spend on the graphic novels, as long as I put off buying the Seven Deadly Sins special from History.com for another few weeks.  So I went to grab a copy of them and she has the nerve to look at me and ask if I was buying her a copy of each too.  The fuck?!  I spent nearly 40 dollars on them as is, and she wanted me to buy her a copy?  I told her that when I was done reading them I’d pass them on to her to read.  And then she expected me to give her one of the two without reading it first.  No Fucking Way.
 
What pisses me off more than anything about that is the way our group’s currently working for going out and such.  Hillary doesn’t have a job, and may or may not be applying for disability, I’m not sure on that one.  Izzy doesn’t have a job, and IS on disability through the military – she did something to her back while at boot camp or some such place and she’s on disability for it, so she has a set amount of income per month.  Andrew has his money from Afganistan, and is currently looking for a job.  And I have my work, and my bills.  So most of the freed money in our group is coming from Andrew and I.  Which means when it comes time to pay the check it’s usually one or the other of us who grabs it.  I don’t normally mind paying a meal or two for my friends; specially since with most of my groups, it’s common knowledge that I will get repaid; maybe not with cash, but I’ll see equal trade.  As it is, I’m fighting over the bills with Andrew, because I don’t want him to pay for everything.  I’m actually going to take him out to a really nice restaurant next payday.  But I’m used to the idea of Share and Share Alike. For example. Trans-Siberian Orchestra is going on tour again this Spring. I want to go see them.  I’d be more than willing to pay for Andrew’s ticket to TSO and some of the expenses (parking, gas, food, etc.) if he wouldn’t mind taking me up there to see them.  But It’s something else entirely to be asked to buy things when I’m (we’re) already supplying food and whatnot.  Ugh.  Sorry.  Just.  Yeah.  
 
/tangent

 
Saturday I slept.  Didn’t start moving till around 1pm or so. I’m not used to being out all night.  Spent the day kind of loafing around the house, just relaxing and whatnot.  Did some work on my story, not much though. 
 
Yesterday I spent playing Fallout 3 and watching Bones.  ’nuff said.  
 
So this weekend was kind of mellow after Friday.  which I think is good.  I’m so unused to this whole social interaction thing that I need a few days to recoup.  God, that sounds bad, but it’s true.
 
Oh, I was supposed to be on my way to work by now, but we had a really fun windstorm (70+ mph gusts) and trees fell down, blocking my way out of the road.  So I called in.  I’ll check around noon to see if the tree’s been cleared up, if it’s not cleared up by then, then I’ll call up and let the boss know that I’m still pretty much trapped.  Whee, no?