big day out
sunday was superb until after midnight, when monday muscled it out of the way.
i met artsy broad for breakfast in emeryville, where she ordered the grits like she always does after scouring the menu for something different and more appealing, and i ODed on starch with a fried egg on top. and cheese. we bitched and moaned and giggled raucously about our various adventures over the last several months. she does a mean australian accent. i, on the other hand, am just mean.
later in the day, evening plans were laid for another friend and me to meet for drinks and see a mutual friend/acquaintance play at the makeout room. around 9pm, dos equis and i met my friend and her significant other for a drink in the mission, and then two of their pals showed up, and eventually we made it to the musical venue.
our musician friend played extremely well, as he is wont to do – what with his beautiful voice, piercingly depressing lyrics, and formidable guitar-playing talent. dos equis asked me to dance for the last band's last song, and even though it embarrasses the hell out of me to slow dance in public, i allowed myself to be slow danced because it's sweet and it makes him happy. we said goodbye to our group at 1am because all the chairs had been piled on all the tables except for ours: time to go.
walking back to the car, dos equis gently accused me of saying some mean things to him over the course of the night, and then in the car halfway home, he had to pull over because we were so busy yelling at each other. i'm not really sure how the argument devolved to that point, both of us being relatively laid-back people who (almost, apparently) always address each other with love and respect. insofar as yelling can be done respectfully, this we did with all the windows shut and the parking brake yanked up.
and i realized that i had said some unnecessarily mean things and bossed him around and generally acted like a jerk. plus, lately, i take all of my frustration about my many, varied work pressures and aim it all squarely at his head. he bears this extremely patiently for the most part but last night was feeling particularly abused and let me know in no uncertain terms – for which i'm glad, because i needed a good yelling-at.
it makes me very, very sad and demoralized to have to be told i'm acting like a f-ing shrew. i think maybe i need to move to a yurt in the hills.
i met artsy broad for breakfast in emeryville, where she ordered the grits like she always does after scouring the menu for something different and more appealing, and i ODed on starch with a fried egg on top. and cheese. we bitched and moaned and giggled raucously about our various adventures over the last several months. she does a mean australian accent. i, on the other hand, am just mean.
later in the day, evening plans were laid for another friend and me to meet for drinks and see a mutual friend/acquaintance play at the makeout room. around 9pm, dos equis and i met my friend and her significant other for a drink in the mission, and then two of their pals showed up, and eventually we made it to the musical venue.
our musician friend played extremely well, as he is wont to do – what with his beautiful voice, piercingly depressing lyrics, and formidable guitar-playing talent. dos equis asked me to dance for the last band's last song, and even though it embarrasses the hell out of me to slow dance in public, i allowed myself to be slow danced because it's sweet and it makes him happy. we said goodbye to our group at 1am because all the chairs had been piled on all the tables except for ours: time to go.
walking back to the car, dos equis gently accused me of saying some mean things to him over the course of the night, and then in the car halfway home, he had to pull over because we were so busy yelling at each other. i'm not really sure how the argument devolved to that point, both of us being relatively laid-back people who (almost, apparently) always address each other with love and respect. insofar as yelling can be done respectfully, this we did with all the windows shut and the parking brake yanked up.
and i realized that i had said some unnecessarily mean things and bossed him around and generally acted like a jerk. plus, lately, i take all of my frustration about my many, varied work pressures and aim it all squarely at his head. he bears this extremely patiently for the most part but last night was feeling particularly abused and let me know in no uncertain terms – for which i'm glad, because i needed a good yelling-at.
it makes me very, very sad and demoralized to have to be told i'm acting like a f-ing shrew. i think maybe i need to move to a yurt in the hills.
posted by a wandering eye at 10:49 PM
1 Comments:
make that two for the yurt. plus the hubby and the fur people.
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