hello!
mavis here...remember me? i'm that long lost red head friend of you once saw every day! yess well i have not died, though doom did try and overtake me after i got home from the 48 hour jaunt to montrose with the jackson for his 40th high school reunion, leaving me in house arrest for the past two days. but i am much better now, so let's get into the update!!
the basic themes of the past few days are that 9.5 is precious and number four is more confusing now than ever.
so friday i was supposed to go to colorado, but hilariously the jackson had gotten the date of his reunion extravaganza wrong, so friday felt like a treasure that i thought i had lost. so in celebration of the fact that i didn't have to spend the day in a silent car driving across desolation, s and i went to lunch and a movie... you should have been there! it didn't seem completely great without you there! you would have loved it! red butte and the hangover at brewvies! (ps i am for in love with the brewvies guy! not only for the bee that is tattooed on his hand, but also for the fact that he was so precious in telling me they had the gluten free beer when s mentioned that i was the anti-wheat).
i was cracking up through the whole movie thinking of mp and pmac seeing it together. i almost lost it with "fat jesus"!
after the movie i had plans with 9.5 and like the horrible, bad dater that i am i was slightly less than excited about the whole ordeal. that was until i saw him, which is a good sign.
we went to sushi, and he was so sweet. paid, held the door, said i looked nice. it was good.
after dinner we met up with s at her friend's house and i was terrified that the girl mode i was thrown into once we got there was going to terrify 9.5, but he took it like a champ showing only a few signs of minimal discomfort with all the pink drinks and OMGs.
he is sweet, and he does make my knees go weak, but the reality of the situation is he lives in across the country and i'm moving to another continent, so i don't know. it's nice and i don't regret it. but i don't know how our separate realities could ever leave us on the same road towards the future.
so who knows what will happen with that... all i know now is that we have talked every day since last friday and that is nice.
now after that... the trip to colorado was hilarious! beginning with the suggestion from the jackson that we stop at the harley davidson store to look for a leather jacket for. sadly we didn't have success in the leather department, but we did find some slip on sneakers that had to be mine!! get excited for the harley davidson shoes i have added to my collection!
after the glory of the harley davidson store everything else seemed pretty standard until i thought my father had died and then became aware that he might need to be driven home from the reunion. imagine that! the jackson having had one too many drinks get's told my me, little miss mav that i will be driving him back to the hotel. yes well sadly it didn't quite pan out like that!
so the cousin katy and i go out on the town...in montrose...while the jackson and my aunt and uncle crash the reunion (being the jackson, he clearly didn't rsvp to this affair, and my aunt and uncle weren't in the class being celebrated! ) glorious! so while all of that his going on at the hotel motel holiday inn, cousin and i go to dinner, where i am kindly offered the gluten free menu! thank you montrose! and then cousin divulges to me that after five years of living in montrose she has only once stepped foot in a downtown montrose bar! oh this will not do! have you not heard? i am the ring leader in a traveling shit show circus that seems to have stopped in your town! and me, i love bars!
so we pop into belly...the new (damn what did they want it called...) nightspot? well anyway it was the least intimidating and potentially the most entertaining. a.i'm not sure i can remember the last time i questioned what some chick was wearing. and b. there were small children...not little people legit children in the back by the dj and fog machine acting like they were allll up in t he club! it was slightly terrifying!
so we had to leave...
and as it turns out even the ring leader isn't always brave enough so the true glory of what the montrose nightlife has to offer...aka a tiny bar full of dudes and reeking of skol and stale beer.
so in a very out of character move, cousin and i called it a night at 11 pm. but in all fairness so as not to tarnish my reputation... i was concerned that the jackson having escaped the reunion at 9, when i came banging into the room at 11 he would be less than thrilled...or so i assumed.
well so here i am creeping down the hall and quietly slipping my key into the slot only to be red light rejected. so i'm standing there thinking oh jesus dad, if you dead bolted the door and that's why my card isn't working i am going to be peeved! but before i go banging away on the door i try my card one more time and thank you baby jesus it works. so i timidly open the door trying to win the impossible battle against my father's light sleeping habits, when i realize that all the lights are on. umm ok dad, if you're waiting up for me that's creepy. but no he is nowhere to be found. the room is just how cousin and i had left it hours ago. so now i'm thinking that he must be dead because there is no way that he would still be getting down at the reunion. so right as i'm about to start the panicked calling spree, the cousin calls me and tells me that uncle called her and apparently they need help getting everyone home. and she is on her way to pick me back up.
in this epic moment all i can think is how unlikely it is that my father has truly had so much to drink that he can't drive himself home, and yet if that is the case there is no way i could possibly miss such a quality display of awesomeness.
so cousin and i are rolling into the holiday inn to become the fourth and fifth jackson/anderson family members to crash this reunion. and let me tell you- if you ever get a chance to sneak attack such a social gathering- i highly suggest it! it is a fantastic confidence booster!
i am sad to report though that much to the dismay of my
entertainment level, the jackson was not at all incapacitated. uncle was, and so were many of the other reunion-ers, but not the jovial jackson who apparently spent the whole night holding court by the overpriced bar.
the whole thing was a priceless moment only made better by the fact that we were there till after midnight and then woke up the next day for a nice slice of the farm life. there was tomato and melon picking, canning and even a slaughtered sheep, complete with the blood stained cowboy who had clearly just done the death deed.
after all that real life... the jackson and i had to get out of there. so we drove home.
then monday i had a questionable date with number four, which is a story for another time i think, but which only brought up more questions based on the fact that while he made all the warm up moves, he never went in for the kill. hand on leg, dim mood lighting, in bed "cuddling," no kiss...
so now in summary: 9.5 is precious and while his kiss is blissful, he doesn't quite fill my heart when he isn't right in front of me.
oh and i've now made out with a member of every branch of the us military...that's fine for the liberal daughter of crazy hippies right?!?
the reunion was hilarious, everyone was shocked to see the jackson which did fill his heart with joy!
i would be a crack up on any farm....*cue green acres theme song now.*
i want a harley
i have no idea what to do with number 4
entertainment level, the jackson was not at all incapacitated. uncle was, and so were many of the other reunion-ers, but not the jovial jackson who apparently spent the whole night holding court by the overpriced bar.
shoes on! you're out in public!" but then i realize OH.MY.GOD! he is wearing those booties i have been seeing everywhere...ok maybe not everywhere...only at whole foods, but on two different dudes. so clearly i am intrigued by these toe booties...and because it's me, this seems like as good a moment as any to go and get to the bottom of this aqua-socks-esque trend.
i should have spent my day looking for apartments and making arrangements.
where to begin? well like everything else in my life- this will most likely have to begin with a solid list...
i bought the mix, and even for someone as cookingly challenged it was insanely easy.
