Bawlmer Summer Has Arrived

The typical Bawlmer Summer weather has officially arrived. Saturday began what is slated to be a week long stretch of 90 plus degree days with heat indexes reaching over 100, thanks to that wonderful thing called humidity that we on the east coast are so fortunate to have. Friday was warm, but tolerable, but in anticipation of the weekend, I went out and got a new air conditioner for my room, which still sits in the box. I will get Carmin to help me install it tonight.

Something very funny ended up happening Friday when I left Nick in the house. Carmin, despite leaving a note and making a point to not lock the top lock, inadvertantly did, out of force of habit, and Nick was locked in my house with no way to get out. I of course did not know this, and since he only has my cell phone number, it wasn't till 2 o'clock when I was on lunch that I got these three priceless voicemails saying that he was locked in the house and for me to please come and let him out. The last one said how he finally mananged to climb out the livingroom window, onto the roof over the stairs to the basement apartment, which is only flimsy plywood and not really weight-bearing, so Thank God he didn't fall down the seven foot drop to concrete there. It makes for a very funny story, and we told it to everybody this weekend. I got a key to be kept by the door made on Friday to prevent that sort of thing happening again in the future.

Had a very busy weekend, most of it spent outside in the blazing heat. I have never felt so filthy in my life as I did on Saturday after being outdoors for the majority of the day, sweating profusely, having bits of dirt and such sticking to my skin. We began the weekend Friday night at Rocket To Venus, where we met Rob Soma. The bar, for whatever reason, smelt like cat piss and wet dog, which was not too enjoyable. Saturday we stopped by Nick's parents' house for him to change his shoes and see if his check came (which it hadn't, niether has Carmin's). There were still Rilo Kiley tickets available, so we hit Ram's Head Live to purchase them at the door, before heading down to Little Italy for the Feast of St. Anthony (Italian Festival). It was terribly, terribly hot, but the festival was lovely, good food, excellent people watching, really a lot of fun. Christina and Cintya came over and met us there, and later on, we ran into my Mom and Tony. So Nick got to meet my parents, and luckily it went well. He can really be on good behaviour and impressive. Then we headed over to Vacarro's for desserts, obscenely decadent desserts. Seriously, Saturday was the worst eating day I can recall. I told Nick, I can't keep doing this, or I have to fucking modify it, because I want to enjoy myself when I go out and when I am with people, but I also cannot keep eating fast food or whatever like I have been, because I am not burning it off, and the battle is being lost. We had Wendy's for lunch (chicken nuggets, fries, and a small Frosty), an Italian Ice (which is just water, so that wasn't a big deal) and a slice of pizza at the Italian Festival, half of a massive cannolli at Vacarro's, then, after the Rilo Kiley show and Rocket to Venus, we went to Valentinos for tortolini. Atleast we kept up with the Italian haha (just realized that). It was delicious, just totally not the kind of thing I can do all the time. Nick kept saying we don't do fast food much, and we will burn it off at the park or whatever, but he burns his off a lot faster or more so than me, because he works manual labour. When we were in Rocket To Venus, I ran into Pat Lamont, who I hadn't seen in probably a year. He came over to where we were sitting and it was so nice to catch up a bit. Then I saw Victor's friend, Lindsay, who was drunk since it was her B-day, but she was gushing about how cute I am and how she wished she saw me more, and practically pawing all over Nick, saying how gorgeous he is and that she's noticed him in Ottobar. Then she let slip how Victor doesn't (or didn't, or probably still doesn't) like kim, and thinks he looks at him wierd, and I wanted to kick her to shut her up. Anyways, Sunday was hot again, and like idiots, we went to Druid Hill. It was surprisingly empty, but that was because everybody else had good sense to stay inside. We did some walking and played on the playground, Nick pushed me on the swings, but it was way too hot to walk around the lake and even though Nick was all for it, I finally had to say enough was enough, we had to leave, it was just too hot. Tried to go to Golden West for lunch, but they stopped serving till dinner, so over to Rocket (three days in a row), where Nick had a grilled chicken club sandwich and I had a Caesar salad (in an attempt to do penance for Saturday), which was nothing to write home about. It was pretty small. Nick wanted to get a milkshake at Cafe Hon, I only had one sip. Then he took me home and we were going to go out later, but ended up not doing anything. He was going to go to bed, and that sounded very good to me, so I dozed on the sofa watching Dateline and the news with Carmin before retiring upstairs to the oven. Carmin is so scared in the house, I don't know why. Maybe it's because she's not used to old houses in the the city, with all the noises from the street and in the house itself.

My suspension is tomorrow, so I am effectively given a day off. The only bad thing is the next time I am late OR call out, OR leave early, I am fired, so I hope I don't have to do any of those. But I get to be off tomorrow, so I can run all of the stuff for Salvation Army over and run the rest of the stuff from the apartment over to the house. I plan on going over there today after work, as well, to do laundry and stuff. I can totally tell my momentum for getting unpacked and arranging my things in the house has ran out, and I just feel drained. Carmin is starting to push for me to get finished unpacking because she wants everything settled in and says the house doesn't have a homey feel yet because of all of the boxes, but I happen to feel perfectly at home, boxes or no boxes. But I know I have to get the rest of it done, I just don't really feel like it now. This is what always happens.

Hoping to get to see Nick and go to Club Charles later, since I am off now tomorrow.