Keep The Car Running

Yesterday was quite possibly the busiest day I've had here at work in a long time. Not only was it busy, but there were problems, and complications, and fuck-ups, and it was just a pretty shitty day. I didn't even get to lunch till 1:20, but it did help to make the afternoon pass faster. I went home with no intention of doing anything for the rest of the night. I figured even if Nick did call me when he got off work, I wasn't going to do anything. I wanted to take a nap right when I got home, but Carmin had just gotten up (she'd worked the overnight) and so I sat down to talk to her for a bit, then we decided to make dinner (salmon and mashed potatoes), then I took a nap. Got up with a start around 8:30, confused as to whether I'd slept clear into the next day, or even what the next day was. Went out to rewatch with Carmin the episode of Top Chef Nick and I had watched the night before. While that was on, he texted me asking what was up and that he was out of work. I asked if he was going out, to which he replied he couldn't think of a reason not too. Ah, that's my boy haha. So I said I'd been sleeping (I was still sleepy on the sofa then) and what was his plan for the night. He texted back he figured he'd come down and we'd figure it out. So yeah, appearently he was coming down. Nothing like asking or propsing the idea or anything haha. Actually it didn't really bother me, I just don't want him to show up at the house when I'm not in the least bit ready, haven't taken a shower, changed my clothes, that sort of thing. So once he came down, he said there was a show at The Talking Head that Rob and Angel were at so that's where we went. I swear I remember drinks being much cheaper there in the past. Had two drinks, felt them quickly, I guess because I'd eaten dinner earlier in the evening than usual. We had planned to go someplace else after there, but ended up leaving after 1:30, so after making out in the nearly deserted upstairs bar, we headed home. As we were driving, Nick said, "Oh we should have gone to Valentino's back there." We hadn't really passed it yet, so that's where we went, even though I said I was trying to get out of this eating super-late shit. But God, it was good. Got my tortolini and marinara, he got fried shrimp and fries, and we kind of shared everything. I left feeling far too full, as per usual, but it was delicious, and we had some really good conversation. I have noticed that usually when we start out in the evening, neither of us has very much to say, but I do like that recently we have had good conversation and not just when we are drunk, either. At one point at the show, he said that somehow he'd found the perfect girlfriend, which made me feel really good, surprised, but it is something that I really, really want to be.

When we got home it was 3 o'clock, and since I had to come in here today, I would have only gotten three and a half hours of sleep as it was, less than that if he'd came in, and he'd completely woken up as soon as we got out, so he wasn't even tired to go to bed. He walked in the lobby with me and then left. I'm sorry he didn't come in, but it's the weekend today, and I get a three day one, so that will be awesome. Sleeping in and all that. In fact, Darla and Dennis are going up to Jersey to see Joey this weekend, so Carmin is going to stay over their house to watch PeeDee once she gets off of work tonight. I feel bad for her. She has to work tonight, tomorrow, and Sunday 3-close, and probably not see Allen at all.