You can't hide from yourself
I'm really making this harder on myself; I'm having adventures way faster than sending them out to you all. I'm okay with it though...apparently I've finally gotten it through my head that things are way more fun when they're spontaneous and random. Moving right along.
When we last saw our heroine (that's me!), there was a small hope of a romantic reunion.
The next day (we're on Wednesday now), was pretty low key. My sister was *under the weather* and stayed in bed all day, so eventually her friend and I went for pedicures.
Later that night, my brother in law took us for a very fancy dinner. It was fantastic, delicious, and fun. On the way home, drunk and laughing, I sent Soldier a text asking what they were up to. He didn't answer.
The next morning we went on the WB tour. It was a ton of fun! Unfortunately, I go to LA at the worst times...so almost nothing was filming, and I did not see celebrities. Worse than that, I did not see Henry Cavill, make him fall in love with me, and live happily ever after. I just have the worst luck. Actually, we may have seen Miley Cyrus, but we weren't very interested in finding out for sure.
The rest of the day was kind of lazy again, and when we got home from dinner, I was starting to feel kind of crappy. My sister had mentioned going out but then decided she didn't want to, so I was frustrated, and allergies were kicking in. Allergy Face basically makes me feel like I want to cry about everything. Finally I went for a run by myself, wandering around the neighborhoods. Soldier texted me back and told me what they'd done the night before. I told him it didn't matter at that point.
The boys had talked about coming to the gig on Friday night, and my sister was pretty adamant about them showing up. Of course, they didn't. I'm not sure if it was Thursday or Friday, but I finally sent him a text and asked if I was supposed to go to the wedding with him; that the bride had assumed I was. He said he wasn't planning on it, but if I wanted to go he could make "reasonable accommodations." It hurt my feelings and bruised my ego a little bit, and I said it was fine. I also said he might not want to tell people he'd make accommodations, as it sounds rude and unwelcoming. After that I told him he was an idiot, and I think I ruined the friendliness that had been growing.
As sad as I was about not getting to go to the wedding, the next day redeemed it. I was super hungover, but got up in time to go for a ride on a band member's Ducati. We traveled up through the Santa Monica mountains and down to the PCH. We stopped for a drink and a quick look at the beach (believe it or not, it's the first time I've seen surfers in person!)...it ended up being about 100 miles. It was a ton of fun, but my arms ended up being so freaking sore! Oh well, I looked (and felt) like a damn badass.
Saturday was the last gig night, but I wasn't planning on staying long. I still had to pack, and the entire next day would be spent flying. But then...I got there. And had a lot of fun. And made some new friends.
I had actually met one of them the previous night, and he came back out to hang. (He may or may not have been a drug dealer). Another shared a beer with me, but then flitted off to another girl. I started flirting with one of the bartenders (who, fun fact, does BMX stuff), and then there was a 4th who told me how smitten he was (I found out later he has a beautiful girlfriend. Cheater Pants). I exchanged numbers with the maybe drug dealer, the hot bartender/BMX guy, and Cheater Pants. I still chat with them a bit.
So we didn't get back to my sister's house till like 330 in the morning. I remember looking at the clock and thinking, "oh fuck, I have to get up in like 2 hours."
So, I got up about 2 hours later, but flying is not my thing right now. The first flight was delayed for a mechanical issue (despite being a brand-fucking-new plane). I missed my connection, but my mom is a rockstar and rebooked me before I even made it to the ground.
But then that flight was delayed. So, I should have flown into my hometown around 7...I got into an airport an hour away from home at about 2230. I wasn't the happiest girl in the world. However, I made it safely and I got to sleep in my own bed with some good memories.
Well, my friends, that brings me back home. I'm kinda slowly catching up to the present day. But I promise, the best is yet to come ;)
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