Thursday, January 09, 2003
Happy 3rd Anniversary to Paul and myself!
I came into work late as I was up until 2am running around our house like a drunk chicken with it's head still on. You know how that one goes. It was quite an enjoyable evening. Hells...it was fucking fun! Ari, Mariah, Kelly, Paul, Ari's brother, Ethan, and I were all together to celebrate Miss Rita's turning 26 years old. We had many vodka tonics and some shots and well, how could the night go wrong with all of this booze going down our throats? It was great and I am sure that Rita had a very special and wonderful birthday. She is so grateful for everything she gets. Her attitude about everything made me want to form a lasso and grab the moon for her. She loved everything. And it warmed my heart to see her so relaxed and happy.
When we got home from the bar, we gave Rita her birthday cake and opened her presents. Her sister, Jeannie, sent the most wonderful package and we all sat around like giggling girls while she opened up and played with each little gift. Her sister loves her dearly and I was so happy to see Rita be able to celebrate, in some way, with her family. While we were in the cab on the way home, Rita was eating a box of Animal Crackers that Mariah brought for her. All she kept saying was: "I want the elephant one. Please find me an elephant cracker." There were none. When we got home, Rita had received a package from her boyfriend, Andy, and when she opened it...what did she find? She found a big stuffed elephant! How did he know? How did he POSSIBLY know that she wanted an elephant??? And it was better than an animal cracker. By far.
It was beautiful and once again, she was so grateful.
BTW...Rita ate most of the animal crackers despite the lack of elephant shape.
hee.
Around 1:30am, Paul and I went into my room to eat a slice of pizza and go to bed. Once finished with our food, we sat and discussed, very briefly, our anniversary plans.
Here is how the conversation went:
Me: "So tomorrow's the big day. What are we going to do to celebrate?"
Paul: "I don't know."
Me: "ooook. Um, how about dinner and a movie?"
Paul: "Well, actually, I told Jen and Lisa (GRRRRRR!) that I was going to make taco salads for dinner at home."
Me: "Huh?"
Paul: "I told Jen and Lisa that I was going to make them taco salads for dinner."
Me: "What the FUCK are you talking about? You're joking, right?"
Paul: "No. That's what I told them before I met you at the bar tonight."
Me: "Paul, you have to be kidding me! Tomorrow is our 3-year anniversary and you are planning on spending it with Jen and Lisa and taco salads?!?!?!?!"
Paul: "I don't know."
Me: "This is fucking crazy! Why are you doing this?? You knew how important that this day was to us. At least, how important it was to me. How could you even entertain that thought with those bitches? I can't believe this."
Paul: "Oh Joe. It doesn't matter. I can always come over afterwords."
Me: "Fine. FUCK YOU! Why am I with you? Why???? When you know something means something to me, you do everything in your power to destroy it! I am tired of this shit. If you have taco salads with Jen and Lisa tomorrow night, you can stay there and spend the rest of the evening with them. And don't even THINK about calling me or coming over. EVER again."
Paul: "Oh stop. It's not a big deal."
Me: "Of course it isn't a big deal to you. But it is to me and as my boyfriend and on our anniversary, you should have thought about my feelings and not just yours alone. I'm not talking about this anymore. I am going to sleep and you sit there and think about why I am so upset over this."
Paul: "Just hug me."
Me: "Fuck no. Goodnight."
And that was it. I fell asleep so upset and hurt by him. I also vowed to be angry at him in the morning, even if I felt differently. This is fucking bullshit!
I woke up and he was already awake. He looks in my eyes and he says: "Happy Anniversary". I go: "Happy Anniversary to you, Jen and Lisa." I sat up in bed and put my head in my hands and felt the tears rising in my throat. He rubbed my back for a couple of minutes while I just sat there. Eventually I got up and got into the shower. After I returned to the bedroom, I had calmed down a bit and decided to give him one more shot at making this situation better. When I opened the door to my room, Paul was sitting there, obviously thinking about our conversation from the night before.
"Are you still having taco salads tonight?", I said.
"No. I want to be with you. I'm sorry. I will meet up with you after you get out of work."
As I was in the shower, I decided how I wanted the night to go. Since Paul had already made plans with other people, I figured that I would, as usual, take the responsibility of planning the entire night myself. As if it was my anniversary alone. I decided that I wanted to make him a romantic dinner and turn my bedroom into some kind of restaurant, with candles, nice music, a picnic blanket, etc. I told Paul to come by my place at 8:30pm. I will have appetizers, a meal, and dessert already prepared. I am also going to do my best to rent a movie that he will want to see. I'm thinking "Beetlejuice", cuz he had mentioned the other night that he wanted to see it again. I wrote him a two page letter today and I am giving him his Kenneth Cole watch tonight. I am also giving him something else, but I haven't decided yet as to what it will be.
I hope I, at least, get a card.
:(
When I spoke with Rita earlier this morning about the incident with Paul, all I had to say was: "Paul told Jen and Lisa that he is making taco salads with them tonight, instead of hanging out with me." I barely got out the "me" before she exclaimed: "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY!!?!?!?!?!?!" I repeated myself and she was like "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!?!"
I love her for her immediate support.
I am sure it will all work out fine. I just don't understand why he does this stuff? I still feel very hurt by the whole thing and whether he meant it or not, it wasn't funny on any level. Damn him.
This lady that I work with, Doris, has the fucking worst BO I have ever smelled in my life. She just came by to grab something from my desk and my eyes rolled up into the back of my head. She was like: "Are you ok Joe?" and in between gagging I'm like: "Please, for the sake of my health, step away and go back to your office."
Today when I walked into work, I told the front desk attendant, Pedro, that today was mine and Paul's 3-year anniversary. He asked if we were doing something special and I said "Probably dinner and a movie". He responded with: "and then a little kissing" and I said: "Yeah, that's when the gross stuff begins". He looked at me and very seriously says: "Joe, you need to stop with that shit. What you have is normal and you should represent it that way when you are talking to other people."
You know what Pedro? You are absolutely right.
I will work on that.
I hope this day turns out better than it has started. I am in a decent mood. Just can't seem to shake what Paul said to me last night. I am positive that it will be fine. By why did he have to say that shit?
Why?
I gotta go figure out what else I am getting him, but something is telling me that I should stop while I am ahead.
I don't know.
Will give a full update on the evening tomorrow.
I pray it goes well.
I came into work late as I was up until 2am running around our house like a drunk chicken with it's head still on. You know how that one goes. It was quite an enjoyable evening. Hells...it was fucking fun! Ari, Mariah, Kelly, Paul, Ari's brother, Ethan, and I were all together to celebrate Miss Rita's turning 26 years old. We had many vodka tonics and some shots and well, how could the night go wrong with all of this booze going down our throats? It was great and I am sure that Rita had a very special and wonderful birthday. She is so grateful for everything she gets. Her attitude about everything made me want to form a lasso and grab the moon for her. She loved everything. And it warmed my heart to see her so relaxed and happy.
When we got home from the bar, we gave Rita her birthday cake and opened her presents. Her sister, Jeannie, sent the most wonderful package and we all sat around like giggling girls while she opened up and played with each little gift. Her sister loves her dearly and I was so happy to see Rita be able to celebrate, in some way, with her family. While we were in the cab on the way home, Rita was eating a box of Animal Crackers that Mariah brought for her. All she kept saying was: "I want the elephant one. Please find me an elephant cracker." There were none. When we got home, Rita had received a package from her boyfriend, Andy, and when she opened it...what did she find? She found a big stuffed elephant! How did he know? How did he POSSIBLY know that she wanted an elephant??? And it was better than an animal cracker. By far.
It was beautiful and once again, she was so grateful.
BTW...Rita ate most of the animal crackers despite the lack of elephant shape.
hee.
Around 1:30am, Paul and I went into my room to eat a slice of pizza and go to bed. Once finished with our food, we sat and discussed, very briefly, our anniversary plans.
Here is how the conversation went:
Me: "So tomorrow's the big day. What are we going to do to celebrate?"
Paul: "I don't know."
Me: "ooook. Um, how about dinner and a movie?"
Paul: "Well, actually, I told Jen and Lisa (GRRRRRR!) that I was going to make taco salads for dinner at home."
Me: "Huh?"
Paul: "I told Jen and Lisa that I was going to make them taco salads for dinner."
Me: "What the FUCK are you talking about? You're joking, right?"
Paul: "No. That's what I told them before I met you at the bar tonight."
Me: "Paul, you have to be kidding me! Tomorrow is our 3-year anniversary and you are planning on spending it with Jen and Lisa and taco salads?!?!?!?!"
Paul: "I don't know."
Me: "This is fucking crazy! Why are you doing this?? You knew how important that this day was to us. At least, how important it was to me. How could you even entertain that thought with those bitches? I can't believe this."
Paul: "Oh Joe. It doesn't matter. I can always come over afterwords."
Me: "Fine. FUCK YOU! Why am I with you? Why???? When you know something means something to me, you do everything in your power to destroy it! I am tired of this shit. If you have taco salads with Jen and Lisa tomorrow night, you can stay there and spend the rest of the evening with them. And don't even THINK about calling me or coming over. EVER again."
Paul: "Oh stop. It's not a big deal."
Me: "Of course it isn't a big deal to you. But it is to me and as my boyfriend and on our anniversary, you should have thought about my feelings and not just yours alone. I'm not talking about this anymore. I am going to sleep and you sit there and think about why I am so upset over this."
Paul: "Just hug me."
Me: "Fuck no. Goodnight."
And that was it. I fell asleep so upset and hurt by him. I also vowed to be angry at him in the morning, even if I felt differently. This is fucking bullshit!
I woke up and he was already awake. He looks in my eyes and he says: "Happy Anniversary". I go: "Happy Anniversary to you, Jen and Lisa." I sat up in bed and put my head in my hands and felt the tears rising in my throat. He rubbed my back for a couple of minutes while I just sat there. Eventually I got up and got into the shower. After I returned to the bedroom, I had calmed down a bit and decided to give him one more shot at making this situation better. When I opened the door to my room, Paul was sitting there, obviously thinking about our conversation from the night before.
"Are you still having taco salads tonight?", I said.
"No. I want to be with you. I'm sorry. I will meet up with you after you get out of work."
As I was in the shower, I decided how I wanted the night to go. Since Paul had already made plans with other people, I figured that I would, as usual, take the responsibility of planning the entire night myself. As if it was my anniversary alone. I decided that I wanted to make him a romantic dinner and turn my bedroom into some kind of restaurant, with candles, nice music, a picnic blanket, etc. I told Paul to come by my place at 8:30pm. I will have appetizers, a meal, and dessert already prepared. I am also going to do my best to rent a movie that he will want to see. I'm thinking "Beetlejuice", cuz he had mentioned the other night that he wanted to see it again. I wrote him a two page letter today and I am giving him his Kenneth Cole watch tonight. I am also giving him something else, but I haven't decided yet as to what it will be.
I hope I, at least, get a card.
:(
When I spoke with Rita earlier this morning about the incident with Paul, all I had to say was: "Paul told Jen and Lisa that he is making taco salads with them tonight, instead of hanging out with me." I barely got out the "me" before she exclaimed: "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY!!?!?!?!?!?!" I repeated myself and she was like "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!?!"
I love her for her immediate support.
I am sure it will all work out fine. I just don't understand why he does this stuff? I still feel very hurt by the whole thing and whether he meant it or not, it wasn't funny on any level. Damn him.
This lady that I work with, Doris, has the fucking worst BO I have ever smelled in my life. She just came by to grab something from my desk and my eyes rolled up into the back of my head. She was like: "Are you ok Joe?" and in between gagging I'm like: "Please, for the sake of my health, step away and go back to your office."
Today when I walked into work, I told the front desk attendant, Pedro, that today was mine and Paul's 3-year anniversary. He asked if we were doing something special and I said "Probably dinner and a movie". He responded with: "and then a little kissing" and I said: "Yeah, that's when the gross stuff begins". He looked at me and very seriously says: "Joe, you need to stop with that shit. What you have is normal and you should represent it that way when you are talking to other people."
You know what Pedro? You are absolutely right.
I will work on that.
I hope this day turns out better than it has started. I am in a decent mood. Just can't seem to shake what Paul said to me last night. I am positive that it will be fine. By why did he have to say that shit?
Why?
I gotta go figure out what else I am getting him, but something is telling me that I should stop while I am ahead.
I don't know.
Will give a full update on the evening tomorrow.
I pray it goes well.
