It was a good but challenging night. I picked her up at 8:00 at her house out in Rosslyn. I was thinking Hutch's Madams Organ idea from the previous page was a solid go-to but instead she directed me to this Thai restaurant in Arlington, where we had dinner and a couple cocktails. Thing is, I was STARVING and she immediately started speaking in Thai to the waitress and ordered all this food, almost none of it I liked because it had slimy, possibly still-living animals in it. So I didn't eat much, but I did drink a lot!
Then, as we were contemplating our next step, hey look, Carpool is right across the street! I kept calling it Carbarn though because that's the name of a condo development on the Hill. She thought that was cute at first but later she told me to stop saying Carbarn, to which I immediately coughed CARBARN. Pretty sure I repeated this a few more times. So we played some pool and she said that playing pool is really sexy. We were in a room off of the main area of Carbarn so it was just us and then two guys and a girl at the table next to ours. At some point, T got it in her head that the girl at the other table had the hots for me, and she got... not belligerent but snarky-competitive. Not to the girl directly, but in a voice that got exceedingly louder and louder. For my part, I couldn't tell if this was made up or not.
Anyway, soon the subject of "whose house are we going to?" came up. She said she'd recently moved into her place, so she was sleeping on a mattress on the floor. I stupidly bragged that I slept on a $4,000 bed, so instead of driving 5 minutes back to her place, we drove 35 minutes back to my place. Lovin' commenced and all was seemingly fine as I was preparing to fall asleep at around midnight.
Except that this didn't happen because she started babbling about the spirit of my son pervading the room. I mean, she just went on and on and on and on and on about it. She said I needed to burn sage in the room, I needed to get a healer to come into the house to cleanse it, and that there was unrest in the house. Basically she turned into
This went on for more than an hour. And then, when it seemed like she was winding down, she burst into tears and said she was unbalanced because she'd had a massive concussion a few weeks earlier. Wait, what? You're just mentioning this now? She sobbed for a solid hour, with me trying to comfort her but starting to feel nauseous from fatigue. She said the pain was even more acute because of my son's negative energy swirling about the room, and she asked if we could go sleep in a different room. Well, the only other rooms in the house are my sons' and I'm not ready to go there, so we tried to just make the best of it in the bedroom.
Then she wanted to go another round but I was just not feeling it and I told her unfortunately I was going to be a one hit wonder tonight, so she said she wanted to go back to her place. Seeing an opportunity, I agreed and at 3:30 am, we got dressed and drove back to her house. While we were en route, she was talking about what we'd do when we got there, and I made the executive decision to declare "I've made an executive decision. I'm dropping you off and I'm going back to my house because I have to get some rest before going to work tomorrow." She complained a little but I nicely but firmly told her that she didn't have to get up in 3 hours to go to work and I did, and she was nice about it. So I dropped her off, I went home, I discovered that she'd left all sorts of her stuff lying around the house, and I went to bed at around 4:15.
So, not a hugely dramatic story but I'm dragging ASS today. And tonight I'm meeting B, a very nice lady who apparently is extremely good at pool. Meeting at a pool place obviously. Let's see if this "playing pool looks sexy" mojo works twice. Kinda worried that I'm going to pass out at my lunchtime gym crossfit class. Plus I'm doing a spin class after work right before I have to bike across town to meet B, so there's a strong possibility I will pass out on a pool table tonight.
