Oh! My! God!
My boyfriend is entirely the best boyfriend in the entire world. maybe not when it comes to like, hugging me, and being dreamy etc, but when it comes to showing off - oh my god. he's so great.
Last night after stupid Ducky's we went to Mortal Coil and had awesome almond crusted chicken with fantastic caesar salad. also we had disgusting "VAPOUR TRAIL" martinis. who knew that vermouth is the sickest thing in the world? Vodka soaked olives however - an entirely different story...
So anyway, we walk home at around midnight, (so early for once!)and it turns out that craig has brought the wrong house key. Like, a key to an entirely different house.
So I huffed and puffed and flapped around the yard IN MY NEW FALL JACKET (!)for a while while Craig stood around scratching his head, getting grouchier and grumpier by the minute. "CRAAAAAIIIIIGGGGGGEER! I'm COOHHH-O-OOOLDDD!" (me)
"WELLYOUTHINKIMWARM?ATLEASTYOUHAVEAJACKETON!" (him)
So i stomp around the yard a while longer, say "Let's go to Ming and get Daves key!" which apparently was the most absurd idea in the world, because after all, MING is a whole 5 blocks away. Then Craig is like, "I have an idea!" (this is after his other 'ideas' which included him standing on my shoulders while standing on the porch railing, etc)so I flap my arms and stand in the front yard waiting while I can hear him digging in the shed in the back.
He comes around the front of the house with two extension cords. I was like "DUMB IDEA!" because I didn't know what the idea was yet, but I didn't want to be plugging any shit into anything.
He made a lasso (!!) and threw it up to his balcony off his bedroom, and it caught around the guard rail post and he pulled it secure. On the first try! I started jumping around, "whooing" and "yess-yessing!" and then he tied a whole bunch of foot holds into the extension cord, and climbed it like a ladder onto the roof, where he then entered the house through his bedroom doors which lead onto the rooftop patio that he just climbed on to. I know. I KNOW! Amazing!
While he was inside coming down to unlock the door, I was running around in circles on the front lawn, cheering and shouting and fist pumping. "MY BOYFRIEND IS THE GREATEST! MY BOYFRIEND IS THE GREATEST!"
What a story, hey?
This morning I was pretty late for work, but I don't even care. I spilled some stupid coffee all over my NEW FALL JACKET, but I don't even care about that either.
Craig said all he was going to give me for my birthday was a giant balloon. What? I HATE BALLOONS! especially giant ones.
Stupid balloons.
Twyla.
