Saturday

Last weekend I had glimpses of the disaster it became, but I ignored it, as usual. It’s disturbing to look at your calendar and think every weekend is booked – except this one. I had a lot of things in the air like a Halloween Party in San Jose, a Bachlorette Party, meeting up with some of my friends or a Party with some of Pasha’s friends. These were all great options and participating in any one would have pleased me. However, I kept asking Pash what he wanted to do, and his blank stare response should have been the first clue. Actually, it was the second clue. The first clue was spending an entire Friday night on his couch reading, while he watched Tuesdays with Morrie again. I know, you’re thinking…what a wonderful evening….just trust me on this, it wasn’t.

So, I wake up on Saturday morning a little disturbed from Friday’s events, and I decide to go to my house, and we can meet up later? Right? Well, if by later he means 7pm to pick me up to meet up with his friends? Then, yes. We did meet up later. Yet, I distinctly remember asking him to hang out for the day! I’M A PLANNER. I want to use my time efficiently, and I want to spend time with Pash too. It’s frustrating when he gets into his non planner modes, and just wants to do whatever. Still, we hadn’t set up a time to actually meet up, OR what we were doing. Irritated, I told my friends we would meet up with them later, and I spent the rest of the day waiting and alphabetizing my spices in the cabinet.

This is the part in the story where I should have called him up and said, “You do your own thing tonight. I am going to do mine.” I didn’t do that. I wanted him to call me up and say, “You’re right. I am all things evil.” – That didn’t happen.

Obviously irked, we went to meet up with his friends hung out for a while, left, and met up with mine. He overheard a conversation I was having with a friend of mine, and proceeded to call me out on it in front of everyone there. Then…. I denied it….kept denying it to someone who believes that a lie, any lie is a death sentence. It just sort of spiraled out of control from there. Heavy name calling ensued, for the first time, and he walked away, and I chased after him (hence, I lost my shoes). The whole exchange dramatically came to an end with me crying on the side walk, and him driving his car home. Oh, yes… I was drunk. Did I tell you that part?