The Redhead: you haven’t posted anything to the blog in forEVER
TJ: OKAY
The Redhead: what about wednesday and thursday of your week of misbehavior??
She’s right, I could totally write about those, but tough crap. Here’s an embarassing thing that happened to me one time.
So I had gone out to Michigan to see my most recent ex-boyfriend (who wasn’t ex-y at the time). You may be familiar with his snarky comments randomly scattered throughout the entries round these parts. Anyway, I got there on a Friday, and on Saturday, his parents came up to have dinner with us and go out to karaoke (yes, he likes karaoke. He’s all right looking, so I let it slide.)
Anyway, so I travelled all day Friday, drank quite a bit, nearly got stuck in Detroit, but there’s yet another story, and by Saturday afternoon/evening, I was a bit tired, a bit residually hungover, and just not generally feeling my very best.
His parents arrived, he was cooking dinner (yet another reason why I let the karaoke slide) and I talked with them for a bit. I believe my first words to his father were “I don’t have to take this crap from you!” and at some point I got in a bit of a tensely polite argument with his mother over whether or not said boyfriend needed to lose any weight (I didn’t think so – and don’t think that’s because I’m not shallow, and beauty is on the inside. I’m totally shallow. I just like big dudes).
So anyway, boyfriend is cooking dinner, boyfriend’s mother is playing Tetris, boyfriend’s father is engrossed with Google Earth, and I took the time to slip away to the bedroom to lay down for a few minutes.
After some time, boyfriend’s mother, being the concerned and excellent parent she is, came in to check on me. I sat up, we chatted for a few minutes, talking about how exhausting the trip was, about the bed boyfriend had made for himself that I practically needed to be picked up and thrown into, and the little carebear I had given him that was sitting on his nightstand, and we both went out to the living room for dinner.
After finishing eating and starting to think about getting going out to the bar, I was leaning against the boyfriend, looking tired, and boyfriend’s father made a comment on it. Boyfriend’s mother said “Maybe someone shouldn’t be keeping her up all night,” and winked at me. Something she had been doing, along with making curious little comments, all through dinner. I was starting to become a bit puzzled.
The parents left to go check into a hotel and meet us over at the bar in a little bit, and I talked briefly with the boyfriend about how strange his mother had been acting. He wasn’t sure what it was about either, so I tried to remember if, in my exhaustion, I had said something strange, or acting funny, and I started to go over what had happened since they arrived.
“Well, she came into your room and rubbed my back for a second, we talked about the trip… Oh, and I showed her the carebear… which was… right next to the open box of condoms.”
Sweet.
