Where to start.. well Saturday was just an OK day. I was supposed to go help my oldest brother who works in the liquor business that morning but that fell though so I'm out a couple hundred bucks, damn. My boyfriend's friend who hasn't talked or been around for months randomly popped up that day and wanted to hang out with him. His friend's disappearing and reappearing act is not an uncommon thing and it caused a little friction between by boyfriend and I but I won't get too into it. It put him in a sour mood that day though so I made plans with a gal pal of mine, Carly.
I've known Carly my whole life but haven't seen her in awhile so we made plans for dinner. We went to some little Chinese buffet called "China Wok" in the 7th street shopping center. It had a surprising amount of non-Chinese food there like mozzarella sticks, jello, donuts and deviled eggs. The group of Puerto Ricans in the back room really seemed to like it though. Carly and I figured since it was a buffet we get our drinks ourselves too, but some girl that worked there yelled at us saying she had to do it for us. Apprently, we couldn't even watch her fill the drinks so she said we needed to go sit back down at our table and she will bring the drinks to us. I still can't figure out what that was all about.
To end the day my boyfriend..let's call him Blondie, said he wasn't going to come over that night as planned because he had the "poops". That's your excuse? Really? Turns out he was still cranky about the little spat we had about his friend which leads me to believe that some guys get PMS too. I swear he gets in worse moods than I do! We were just on the phone all night bitching at each other over stupid stuff because I'm having actual PMS this week. That was a very unproductive night but at least I had some good Chinese deviled eggs.
-J.W.
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