It's Been A Long Time
I know I haven't blogged in a long time and have no excuses for you. Right now I am on my period and have a giant cold sore and I'm kind of grumpy. I'll catch you up since the last time I posted.
Chris took me to Log Haven for Valentine's Day and it was absolutely magical. I love getting dressed up and going on fancy dates with my honey. The next day it was nice and warm, and we went for a hike. We had a great time, even though we couldn't get to the top because it was muddy. Winter hikes are like that, I guess.
Then someone shot up a mall just a few blocks from our house, and the whole city was sad. Thankfully, we didn't know anyone who was involved, but in a place as small as Salt Lake City shit like that affects the whole community.
Later that week, I took Chris on a surprise Valentine's Day date consisting of dinner at Taco Bell and a Hockey Game where it was $1 beer night. I'm so classy and you wish I was your girlfriend. Our big excitement that night was that someone tried to attack us outside of Taco Bell. Like I said, classy. We don't know what this guy's problem was, but he followed us out of the restaurant (actually, he left first and waited for us) and then followed us to our car. When we locked the doors he started freaking out and pounding on our car, and it was really scary. I think he was Unwell. We called 911, but they didn't find the guy. And then Chris caught a puck at the hockey game.
The next week (so, last week) was much less eventful, thankfully. It was a short week, so we had Friday off to dick around and do nothing. We went to poker night on Friday night and I won $3.25. We spent Saturday and Sunday hanging out with a friend from college (Julie) who is in town visiting.
And now it's Tuesday and I'm cranky. The end.
Short Week Euphoria
Goddamn, I love short work weeks. I have tomorrow off! Woo!
Steph is coming over tonight to hang. Chris will be going to be at a normal time since he has a zoo thing tomorrow morning, but I'm sure Steph and I will stay up and talk forever.
I don't have anything to do until noon tomorrow, so I will be sleeping in. We are going to visit our (new) accountant (not the $600 charging accountant of yore) in the afternoon, and then Chris is taking me to
Log Haven for a Valentine's Day meal. LOG HAVEN!!!!!!!! I'm so excited. I have wanted to go there for a long time.
On Saturday, we are going to the Embassy Suites downtown to go swimming. Our friend John is getting a room there for his son's birthday, and we've been invited to come and use the pool and hang out. I can't wait! It will be such a nice mid-winter treat. We'll have to leave at 6pm to come home and get ready for I don't know what. Chris has something planned, and all I know is that I have to be ready by 8pm. Fun!
On Sunday we're going to try to register for wedding gifts, which we should be able to do since we don't have anything else going on. Well, besides watching Desperate Housewives with Jo (whom I haven't seen forever) that night. Maybe we'll try to go to church as well. We haven't been going. We're taking a theology class on Tuesday nights, and that's kind of our new church.
Maybe we can find the time to go on a hike, too. The weather has been awesome the past few days. All of the snow melted off our garden, and we went to investigate what was going on with the fall crops we had planted. We have radishes! What a fun winter treat. I would post a picture, but the internet is being a butt-licker and won't let me.
Let Me Tell You About My Weekend, If I Can Stay Awake To Do So
Friday was a working Friday for us, but the upside to that is that working Fridays are also paydays. We went to the liquor and grocery stores, as our cupboards were bare. I made a full Indian dinner on Friday night (Malai Kofta and naan), which we ate happily. We tried to watch V for Vendetta afterwards, but I fell asleep. Big shocker. I absolutely hate (working) Friday nights, because I feel as though I should stay up and do something fun, but I can't because I'm tired at my usual weeknight time.
I would have liked to have slept in on Saturday, but I had a Community Council board retreat to attend at 9am. It was productive, and got over around noon. I went home and ate leftovers, and promptly fell asleep on the couch. I woke up feeling like shit, as I do whenever I take a nap, which is about twice a year. I absolutely hate napping. I lounged around and did nothing until the evening, at which point I started feeling better. Chris and I had tickets to an 8pm show, which turned out to be a very good one. I was feeling too lazy to eat before we left, which resulted in us making a trip to Hires Big H after the play, where my honey treated me to dinner. Awww.
Sunday was, of course, the Super Bowl. I went to the gym in the morning to make up for my being a lazy ass all day on Saturday, and also so that I could eat greasy Super Bowl fare with minimal guilt. We made cookies to take with us, and left for Jesse and Sharon's around 3pm. I thought the game was good. I was torn about who I wanted to win. I love Tony Dungy, but I hate Peyton Manning. In the end, my hatred for Manning overshadowed my love for Dungy, and I cheered for Chicago. Who lost.
Things we didn't do this weekend that we should have included:
- registering for wedding gifts
- taking our international Save the Date cards to the post office for mailing
- taking a gmat practice test (Chris)
- cleaning our office
- cleaning anything
- painting our downstairs bathroom
Oh well, there will be another weekend soon. It was nice to have a boring one.
There's A Tartar Sauce Joke In Here Somewhere
So last weekend...
We got up on Saturday and had nothing to do. We were a little hung over, so we made brunch and then proceeded to do nothing but play xbox and hangout all day. At one point we were watching a PBS show called 1900 house, and on said show they talked briefly about the history of fish and chips in England. They showed greasy fish and chip goodness, and Chris and I both agreed that it looked delish. We were planning on going to a late (10:10pm) movie, and we decided that we should go out for fish and chips beforehand.
We got to the restaurant, a fast food and surveyed the crowd. It was late for dinner (9pm-ish), so there was only one normal-looking person there, and another guy, who appeared to be sleeping in his booth. The booth was in such a position that the people working the counter couldn't see him. He looked kind of homeless, and smelled a little like pee, but whatever. Not an unusual sight. Homeless guy catching a nap in a warm place. Harmless.
We ordered, got our food, and sat down. I could see the weird guy kind of stirring, but no big deal. (Chris had his back to the guy.) Until about 5 minutes later, weird guy starts jacking off. Jacking the fuck off. It was totally an OMG! moment, and Chris was like "should I go and tell them?" and pointed towards the counter. I nodded, and off he went.
There was only a young girl and an even younger guy working at the time. The girl apologized, and called someone on the phone, who walked in 2 minutes later. He was clearly the manager of the place, and he walked up to weird guy and started talking to him. I could only hear the manager, and not weird guy, but this is what I heard:
"It's time to leave."
"Well you can take it with you."
"Do you want me to call you a cab?"
"Okay, do you want City Cab or Yellow Cab?"
The manager then went behind the counter and made a phone call. Cool, situation handled. Except then 2 minutes later, the guy is at it again. Chris got up and spoke to the manager directly this time, who went straight over to weird guy's booth again. This time the manager took the guy's tray away, and I heard:
"Okay, you have to leave."
"We're closing, it's time to go"
And at that point, weird guy starting JACKING OFF IN FRONT OF THE MANAGER! The manager left and went into the back. Chris and I assumed he was calling the police. What else are you gonna do, right?
We're almost done with our meal at this point. I would like to state that if we had known this debacle was going to go on for so long, we probably would have gotten our food to go and left immediately. But we were pretty sure the situation was
just about rectified.
So five minutes later we get up to leave. Weird guy is still there, and intermittently doing his business. As we get up to visit the trash can, the manager comes out and tells weird guy:
"Your cab is here."
Sure enough, there is a cab outside. Weird guy stands up, ZIPS UP HIS PANTS, and heads for the door. We were out the door before he was, but on our way out of the parking lot we could see him getting into the cab. I have never felt sorrier for a cab driver in my life.
Moral of the story? Never eat at Picadilly Fish and Chips in Salt Lake City. I don't blame the restaurant for the situation, but I don't think they could have handled it more poorly. A man is exposing himself in your restaurant, customers are complaining, and the man won't respond to your attempts to kick him out. I think at that point you call the police. You don't call a cab and pawn the problem off on the cab company. I'm all for not wanted to get a guy whose obviously really down on his luck arrested, but, dude? The guy was wacking it in front of you. I think you are justified in doing pretty much whatever you want at that point.
