Time: Valentine’s Day afternoon
Place: Bored at work
My Physical Condition: Completely exhausted
Background information: Maeglin has classical fencing every Monday and Wednesday all evening, always goes, and loves going.
Background information specific to this story: Maeglin had to skip this past Monday’s class because one of our cats tore his foot up while he was trying to sleep. There’s no way in hell he was going to skip Wednesday too. I understand this, and have NO problem with it.
So, I’m exhausted and dying to go home. However, it is Valentine’s day, and I didn’t feel like going home just to be in alone and in a state of semi-sleep for 6 hours. So I call my best friend, and he says, hey, him and a friend are going out to a Thai restaurant, and it’s right near my work. They’re meeting at 7:45 PM in front of the restaurant, and I get off work at 6 PM.
I decide it’s not worth going home just to come back to the same place, so I indulge in catching up on some good threads I’d missed up to now, like the whole May 33rd thing (which is now driving me crazy as well). At 7:30 PM, I leave, and get to the restaurant on time. No one is there. I squint through the smoked glass to see if they had already arrived and forgotten about the whole “meeting outside of the restaurant” bit. No sign of them. So I wait.
And wait. 20 minutes go by, at which point my best friend hops out of the restaurant, charging towards the pay phone. I call out, trying not to yell, and find out they’d been in there eating, and hoping I’d “drop in.” Ok - I know I should have walked into the restaurant and looked around, but I hate doing that, squinting at everyone while they eat until I find the people I’m looking for. Plus, outside the restaurant isn’t “at a table in the back.”
So we eat, and they want to go see a movie after. I’m really tired at this point, and decide to start heading home. They insist that I wait with them until 10 PM which is when their movie started. So I do.
I finally get home at 10:20 PM. Maeglin is already home. Flowers are on the kitchen table. I’m thinking oh, he left fencing early. Then I find out he’d been home all along. He wanted to surprise me, skipped fencing, and went straight home, feeling sure I was too tired to have gone out.
And that ain’t the worst part. He’d bought me a Dreamcast. I swear I cried for 1/2 hour right then and there. I’d had such a shitty evening, and there he was at home, which would have been present enough, trust me, AND he’s got Soul Caliber waiting for me.
Geesh. What a keeper he is! Needless to say I’m a little tired today from all that Dreamcasting last night