The Unexpected

If I had to summarize the whole weekend in one word, it would be “unexpected.”

Thursday night I went to see Valentine’s Day by myself. Good movie, but probably a bad idea to go alone. Because when Pete called later and wanted to come over, I immediately said yes. So that was a weird night. But there’s been no more talk on his part about how we’re going to end up together, etc, so that’s probably a good sign. Hopefully that phase has passed. Because I just can’t deal with all that gray area. Either Pete’s my friend, or we’re dating; I don’t want to deal with wondering what he’s really thinking.

Friday was pretty much a wasted day since I was so tired. I was in bed by like, 9:00 on Friday.

Saturday was a fun and busy day. My parents took me out to lunch at Stir Crazy for my birthday, which was delicious. I made the mistake of telling them about my struggles with faith, and they seemed pretty concerned. My dad actually said something that kind of helped, though. I was talking about all the violence in the Old Testament, and how God doesn’t change, so that really bothered me, and my dad said that God doesn’t change, but His approach does. I liked that. After lunch I visited my grandma and talked about her family history, something I always love to hear about. Then I realized I was by my friend Nicole’s house, so I decided to stop by. I got pulled over on the way there for not wearing a seat belt, except I was, I just had it under my arm. I’m short, so it comes across my neck and is uncomfortable. The cop was actually really nice. He wrote me a warning and explained the importance of wearing it properly, but when I showed him how it fit, he kind of didn’t know what to say. He told me I was just going to have to grow a few inches. So that was a pleasant surprise, to have such a nice encounter with a cop.

I hung out at Nicole’s for a while, then raced home to get changed so Faye and I could go to DC’s. There was nothing too unusual there. That place has actually been really crowded lately, and I’m worried that it’s becoming too popular. It’s hard to dance when there are so many people on the dance floor, especially when they don’t know what they’re doing.

Sunday was just complete craziness. I drank for 13 hours. I met some friends from grad school for brunch at Duffy’s, which is quite an event. They have a brunch buffet and all-you-can-drink mimosas for $16. I kept meaning to stop drinking, but they just kept appearing in front of me. It was crazy fun. The dj was playing 90’s rap (Katie would’ve loved it), and there were like, 20 of us in my group. Some people were still drunk from the night before.

After like, 8 mimosas, I headed over to Ryan’s to watch the hockey game. I got there at 1:00 and left at 11:00, and it seriously felt like I was hardly even there. Isn’t it weird how alcohol makes that happen? A lot of things happened in that 10 hours that don’t need to be discussed here. Bets were made, plots were hatched, drunk phone calls were made, conversations were had about what great friends we are, beer was spilled no less than four times (all by me), and some other unexpected things happened as well. It was a fun and weird day. A lot of it is a blur.

Today I have to head to Ann Sathers to get some cinnamon rolls for me and Ryan. (I lost a bet.) I have to help my little sister with a school project. And I HAVE to do laundry. I was so excited to have four whole days to get stuff done, and I haven’t accomplished anything. But that’s all right. I’ve had a really fun weekend.