Flower Fix
Last night was our last Tango lesson so Brad and I met up at Breadsticks for a bite and a sip before t.a.n.g.o.ing the night away. When the class was over, our instructor, Vladi, informed us we could move up to the next level and our classes would now be on Mondays. We went back down to Breadsticks to celebrate.
Breadsticks is owned and run by an Italian Persian Jew named Hess. Hess is the best. Brad and I drank a bottle (or three) of wine and talked with Hess and three other patrons in their 20s. A couple of hours later, Brad and I were at my house and had a drunk fight. Well, not really. It can be summed up as the shortest non-fight in history. Basically, Brad had a hard-on for a drunk fight and I refused to engage him and he was pissed that I ignored him so he left. When I realized he’d left I called and left a sweet message saying, “Please don’t drive home drunk. Come back. I love you.”
Then I checked The Magic 8 Ball and asked if he would call back. It said, “My sources say no.” So I asked it if he’d call back if I left him another message. It said, “Signs point to yes.” So I called him and left another sweet message probably saying the exact same thing as the last one.
Now you may be wondering, “What’s up with checking The Magic 8 Ball? What is this? Fifth grade?!”
I’d love to weave some fascinating story about how I let The Magic 8 Ball rule all of my life’s decisions big and small because it would make me seem like someone really eccentric and interesting. Alas, it’s just a cool widget I downloaded for my iMac G5. So whenever I’m at the Dashboard, The Magic 8 Ball pops up and sometimes I indulge. Last night was one of those nights.
So shortly after I left Brad the second message, my phone rang! The Magic 8 Ball never lies.
He was argumentative and still flashing his hard-on for a drunk fight. I was having none of it and hung up. I turned off my phone and went to bed.
Apparently, Brad hadn’t gotten my messages. He had just called anyway. After I hung up, he left me nasty message #1 and then got my sweet messages. So he called me again and left nasty messages #2, #3, and #4.
I woke up this morning at 7am when some neighbor’s car alarm was honk-honk-honking for about 10 minutes. Normally I’d be irate that the one day I can sleep in, my slumber is interrupted by something so annoying. But not this morning. I was too tired. I just put the pillow over my head and went back to sleep.
A couple of hours later, I awoke to Brad crossing my bedroom with flowers in a vase that he was going to leave on my bedside table with a sweet note. He told me about nasty messages #1-#4 and I told him I still hadn’t turned my phone on. So I got him to erase the messages without my listening to them.
See? Shortest non-fight in history (at least on my side.) I count about 5 minutes from first loud word to the turning off of the phone and my passing out.
The flowers were not necessary but super sweet none the less.
I love Brad. He is amazing and I am so grateful that we’ve found each other.
