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dolariNot much to report on these days.
I was still coming down from a terrible case of the flu, causing me to cough up anytime I talked or even breathed deeply. I was petrified that (1) Emily would get bumped off the plane somewhere and (2) I would infect her, making our week together nurse-and-patient (and not in the good way).
Didn't need to worry - Emily seems to have the immune system of an ox, and never once picked up my bug. Which is great since I'm STILL coughing like crazy from it.
The nights were spent together, watching movies, talking, cuddling, just enjoying each other's company. The second night together we went to "PANCAKE," the appropriately named breakfast restaurant at 8PM. I'd never been there before, despite living just a block away from it. The food was okay, nothing big...
...until I saw IT.
They had a breakfast buffet. At midnight. HOT DAMN!
Breakfast buffets, when Dean and I lived in Pennsylvania, were a staple of our weekends together. In fact, one of the things that defined my time in PA with him was the breakfast buffet at Eat'n'Park. I was on the phone to him as soon as I got home, and Saturday plans were set up before the hour was up - we were going back for breakfast buffet at midnight.
By Saturday Night, Emily had done my dishes, cleaned my house, and gone through every CD in the place. Not that I brought her down for any of that...but it's appreciated. And I guess when you have no transportation, you gotta do SOMETHING.
Dean came over that evening and we all went to the breakfast buffet.
...it was an incredible surreal scene to me...
Here's Emily. Love of my life. Sitting across from my ex, who is still one of my best friends. You'd think there'd be some tension there, but as far as I could see there wasn't any. We all just had a great old time eating breakfast buffet food at midnight, and talked and talked and talked for hours on end.
And so ended the days leading up to Vacation...next post: Sunday in Austin.
I was still coming down from a terrible case of the flu, causing me to cough up anytime I talked or even breathed deeply. I was petrified that (1) Emily would get bumped off the plane somewhere and (2) I would infect her, making our week together nurse-and-patient (and not in the good way).
Didn't need to worry - Emily seems to have the immune system of an ox, and never once picked up my bug. Which is great since I'm STILL coughing like crazy from it.
The nights were spent together, watching movies, talking, cuddling, just enjoying each other's company. The second night together we went to "PANCAKE," the appropriately named breakfast restaurant at 8PM. I'd never been there before, despite living just a block away from it. The food was okay, nothing big...
...until I saw IT.
They had a breakfast buffet. At midnight. HOT DAMN!
Breakfast buffets, when Dean and I lived in Pennsylvania, were a staple of our weekends together. In fact, one of the things that defined my time in PA with him was the breakfast buffet at Eat'n'Park. I was on the phone to him as soon as I got home, and Saturday plans were set up before the hour was up - we were going back for breakfast buffet at midnight.
By Saturday Night, Emily had done my dishes, cleaned my house, and gone through every CD in the place. Not that I brought her down for any of that...but it's appreciated. And I guess when you have no transportation, you gotta do SOMETHING.
Dean came over that evening and we all went to the breakfast buffet.
...it was an incredible surreal scene to me...
Here's Emily. Love of my life. Sitting across from my ex, who is still one of my best friends. You'd think there'd be some tension there, but as far as I could see there wasn't any. We all just had a great old time eating breakfast buffet food at midnight, and talked and talked and talked for hours on end.
And so ended the days leading up to Vacation...next post: Sunday in Austin.
