and i avoid an evening of irish boxing

Eric’s mom leaves today.  I had a really good time with her.  I wish she was staying longer.

Before I left work yesterday I asked Eric what we were going to do about dinner.  “Well, Mom and I are going out while you’re at rehearsal, and we’ll probably eat then,” he said, so I reminded myself to pick up dinner on the way home.  After rehearsal I was starving.  I started my bee line towards MacDonald’s when I saw Billy Blanks in the rear view mirror.

“You know you don’t need all that,” he said, and some of his sweat dripped onto my shoulder.

“Ew.  Okay.”

So I drove to the grocery store to pick up peirogies.  They have stopped carrying them, it seems, which breaks my heart in a way you can’t understand.  So, I hem and haw around the store and decide to make tacos.  I buy all the ingredients, pick up a few things we need and go home.  I walk in to find Eric and his mom ready to go out.

“We waited for you.  You want to go get something to eat?”

“I bought food.  I could make–”

“You wanna go out?”

“I’ve got tacos.”

“We were thinking about Tex-Mex.”

And he said “Tex-Mex” in such a way for a second I believed that he didn’t know that tacos were Tex-Mex.  And then I realized that he’d love some tacos, but only if we weren’t home.

So, we went out and had Tex-Mex.

The lamitude of that story is due to the fact that I was completely exhausted when I got home from dinner and promptly passed out on the couch.  Eric went as far as to go out, rent himself a movie, come home and watch it.  Then he woke me up and moved me to the bed.  I don’t really remember any of this, but I think in the history of our relationship there have only been three times where I fell asleep before he did.  The other two I think I was terribly ill.

Consequently, nothing really amusing happened last night, since it consisted of a dinner and a long sleep.  All that I remember of the evening is transcribed below:

[scripty]
ERIC
Hey, you wanna go out and rent a movie?

PAMIE
Oh, yeah, right.

ERIC
I’m serious.

PAMIE
It’s eleven.

ERIC
That’s not late.

PAMIE
I know… look, you rent a movie, and I’ll take a nap and when you get back I’ll be all ready to watch the movie.

ERIC
I can see where this is going.

PAMIE
Get me some candy.

ERIC
I’m renting 24-7.  I’ll like it and you won’t.

PAMIE
How many more Irish boxing films are they going to make?

ERIC
I think they’re English.

PAMIE
Always complaining about “me da.”

ERIC
Alright.  I’m renting the film.

PAMIE
You rent whatever you want.  It’s your turn.  I’ll just nap here.

ERIC
I love you, sweetie.

PAMIE
Love you, too.

(hazy parts here… i think i mute the television… next thing I know eric is standing over me with the tape.)

PAMIE
Where’s my candy?

ERIC
There’s my ball of sunshine.

PAMIE
Jujifruits?  You obviously bought candy for yourself.

ERIC
No, that’s the candy.

PAMIE
But you opened it and you’re eating it.

ERIC
No, it’s for you.

PAMIE
I don’t like Jujifruits.

ERIC
I didn’t know that.

PAMIE
Looks like you just got yourself some candy.

(hazy… some snoring…eric shaking me)

ERIC
Sweetie, time for bed.

PAMIE
Is it over?

ERIC
Yes.  It was very good.

PAMIE
I’m sorry I didn’t watch it.

ERIC
You probably wouldn’t have liked it.

PAMIE
I can’t believe you bought Jujifruits.

ERIC
This again?

PAMIE
You just bought it for yourself.

ERIC
I don’t like Jujifruits.

PAMIE
Really?

ERIC
I just bought some candy.

PAMIE
But they have all kinds of candy there.

ERIC
Yes, they do.

PAMIE
Like Kit-Kat or Hersheys or Twizzlers or–

ERIC
Is this necessary?

PAMIE
Two years this Sunday and you don’t know what candy I like?

ERIC
You’ll have to show me next time.

PAMIE
I just thought…. that you would…. if we….zzzzzzzzzzz
[/scripty]

And then it was morning.

Better, more entertaining things will happen tomorrow, I promise.