That’s the best word to describe today: Whirlwinds.
The house was finally quiet when I walked in. No one sick, no cat fights, nothing. Just silence. Odd, but definitely much needed.
I bade Joe goodbye as he headed off to work, and I steeled myself for a quick nap – after all, I was going to see Hailey today. After nearly oversleeping, dashing out of bed and recklessly speeding down to Buffet at Asia, I met up with my high school friend at the parking lot. One look at the lunch line however made us retreat quickly and reroute to Monta Noodle House, my go-to staple. Though it too had an albeit smaller lunch line, the privacy was much better and allowed us to catch up to fallen years. I should say first, it’s not the greatest time of the month for me to be out and about; I just grit my teeth and smiled. What else was I to do?
I suppose the walking emotional and physical wreck in the mirror bound my hands to my first ever impulse buy. Now, don’t fret and say, “everyone’s done that”, because I and anyone around me can attest to my cheapness when it comes to shopping. But those shoes beckoned my name like a whisper. Ah they are gorgeous (and mighty comfortable), and I think money blindly well spent.
Going back to the wreckage that is myself, there was a sense of foreboding with each mile traveled closer to my second home. A quick glance at the clock told me there was still two hours before Joe got off work, and that’s hoping he would be off on time. I mused on reading and taking a nap, but fruitless phone calls from five to seven only irritated the ugly rearing head. I admit, it has been getting the better of me lately, and my phone smashing into the wall attest to that.
Deciding it would be unhealthy for me to stay in bed any longer, I drove with no intention, ending up at Calico Basin in Red Rock Canyon. I’d always loved that area, how the aura that naturally settled was peaceful and calm. With each step, I felt the knots undo, and I knew it was time to go.
I pulled up to the house once more, and to my relief, his car signaled his return. I stepped into the oddly dark foyer, having only a moments notice before being swept up in a hug. My exterior finally cracked and I spilled my mind, reveling at how lucky I am to have someone so understanding – and apparently, someone who knew me extremely well. When my breakdown subsided, he smiled and asked me on a movie date.
That’s how we ended up at the Orleans after another quick drive. We entered The Lone Ranger just as the house lights dimmed, and I must say, for all the rants I’ve read, the movie was hilarious. I don’t think I’ve ever heard Joe laugh that hard since The Avengers came out, and having to pick his jaw up from the floor multiple times plastered a grin on my face. The end credits brought along the rumbles of hunger, and TGIFridays marked the spot. Being with him sometimes makes me feel as though I was ten years old, hanging out with my best friend, without a care in the world. Yes, I am extremely lucky, and not a day goes by I don’t forget that.
The day ended up becoming a roller coaster of anger and sappiness, much like this post did. But I’d like to get my point across. Everyone goes through this certain madness, and I assure each one of you, the best cure is a level head and the unwavering hands of those who love you. Now here I am, ready to close the chapter for the day.
They sleep together…
Pinay in Las Vegas 
