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valentine`s day `11.
2011-02-14 @ 11:58 a.m.
i don't have time for much today, but i do have time to mention my weekend. boy was actually off!!! this whole weekend. we went grocery shopping and made some amazing foods on saturday, then on sunday he executed his secret valentine's day plans. he drove my car and we went to philly, and as he chose which bridge, i was starting to figure out where we were going. he took the ben franklin instead of the walt whitman, so i was thinking, "well okay, it's not in south philly so it's probably not seafood or a small indie place," and as he got in the lane he wanted, i realized we were probably headed for chinatown, which probably meant dim sum, and it was! it was funny though; we sat down and started looking over the menu, and there was no dim sum menu. we were like, mhm. so he asked the waitress and she said that they only actually have it on weekdays for lunch. wtf? so we left, and used our amazing technology (aka phones) to locate the next nearest place. there is a pretty famous place near the bus depot, but it was small and cold and completely empty inside, and there is also tazia, a more upscaley looking bar/dim sum/tapas lounge. we went there because it was more intimate and romantic looking, and ate a disgusting amount of food and drank a shameful number of martinis. all at happy hour prices! it was awesome, and it was a great time. boy was sauced but he didn't admit just how sauced he was. he drove, and he seemed a little silly but okay. the whole time we were driving home, he kept saying, "you know what i would love? your luscious lips, wrapped around my cock. do you think you could maybe fit both of my balls in your mouth?" and i was thinking, wow, he is really delightful when he's drunk! because while he was telling me the absolutely dirty shit he wanted to do to me he was extra jolly about it. so we got home and smoked and made out a little, then i ripped his pants off and started going to town, but i noticed he was kind of in and out of it. he made a grunty sound, but like an "ow my tummy hurts" rather than a "yeah!" grunt, and suddenly sat up and told me to hold on. i asked if he was okay because he suddenly got really pale and started closing his eyes, and he just ran upstairs. i figured he was puking or pooping or something, so i let him have his privacy, but after 20 minutes he didn't come back so i got worried. i went up to his bathroom and knocked, and he was laying on the floor, ghostly as hell, rasping "get me a drink, get me a drink." and i was like, panicked, asking, "are you okay!?" and he was like "nooooo." i got the poor thing a glass of koolaid and he drank that and came downstairs with me, and sat around, still looking green. he got up a few more times to go puke, or at least think that he was going to, and finally he just passed out. before he fell asleep, he was feeling bad about getting sick, but he never drinks, and he doesn't eat properly, so naturally 4 straight vodka martinis with vodka soaked pineapples on an empty stomach is going to do it to you. despite all that, though, i had a wonderful evening. he is so wonderful. now tonight, since my best friend is single, i'm taking her out for lesbian valentine's day. apparently we look like we're a couple when we go out, because it's always assumed, so we just started pretending we were. we've gotten so many free desserts and roses and pictures taken and music played for us that it's too fun to turn away. and besides, if things don't work out for either of us, we've made an agreement that we'll get married to each other when we're 50. there's some security in that. time to be a good little woman and bake the boy a cake. |