ALRIGHT... back to the weekend... Friday Jess found out that her friend’s mom was critical and not expected to survive the weekend. She was a MESS. Stace and I decided it was time to treat her to dinner and drinks to try to make things better. Well, Jess decided drinks were in order, lots of them lol. Off to Chili's and then Red's Recovery Room. We had a lot of fun. Jess had been crying on my shoulder all afternoon in the office after Jim left, and she was smiling at the end of the night. It was a great way to change her day and give her a boost going into a weekend where she'd need all her strength.
Saturday, it was off to the Mint in SF for a going away party for one of Stacey's former co-workers Saturday night. We had a pretty full day. I was glad Friday wasn't a jam packed night so we'd be rested for Saturday. Considering we didn't get home until 3:30am after leaving SF at 2:15am, we needed the sleep.
Sunday was a pretty chill day, went with JC to her meeting at 6pm after hanging with Val all day. Val couldn't wake Stace up knocking on her window, so she knocked on mine at 12:30pm. It got me up, but first I said, "COME IN!" thinking it was someone at my door. Stace and I had a bit of a conflict on the drive home after dropping off Val. I was probably on the very edge of what's ok to say or point out, a gray area at best. When I think back on it, yeah, it was borderline, and if someone takes what you meant to be silly or over the top as something closer to how you really feel... Wars have begun that way! On the way to see Tara we patched things up. A couple hours of alone time between her doing step work and my watching Jurassic Park (the first one, of course lol) and working a chapter on Civil Defense in my coursework let things calm down to where we're both reasonable people again. We DO sound like old married people versus best friends, don't we? I can only guess that when you love someone very much and you're used to being eye to eye with them, you can't imagine why they're TRYING to get on your nerves... But the truth is just that you're both just not quite communicating. A couple hours later *POOF*, you're both open to the others ideas and or see it wasn't some kind of attack.
It did bring up one issue though that I'm not over and am really tempted to re-open. By mentioning it here it kinda is being reopened since this is read by JC. There really is an apology owed for something. I can think of only one thing that would've proven my point at that time, my death or serious accident/injury. That shouldn't be what it takes, but it's all I can think of at this time that would've proven I needed help that night from a friend. I'm still a little upset about it and I have a right to be. It leaves me feeling like it could happen again because it's the exact kind of let down that never ever was supposed to happen EVER, but it did. Instead of, "petty personal shit never got in the way when it counted", it's now, "Petty personal shit never got in the way... except that ONE time..."
I hate that. I hate it. It's an ugly black mark. It was great for my gym time, pissed me off so much thinking about it last night that I did at least 5 extra sets.
So yeah, other then that, not much going on. Dinner tonight after Stace's meeting. I've already earned my award for Aerospace Education, so there's no point in attending tonight’s CAP meeting since it's all about taking a test I've already blown out of the water.
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