Footloose and Fancy Free

This blog has become my sort of extended new year's resolution to record my thoughts and life events.

Today we finished moving the rest of my stuff into the apartment, I set up the bed (which looks empty without the mattress) and the rest of the furniture, and we moved over about 95% of Lindsey's stuff. I didn't realize she owned so many things until we had to start boxing and moving them.

The cable guy came about an hour after I returned the U-Haul truck and set up our cable, DVR, and internet. We ordered pizza and he threw us ten bucks to get him one, and then told us we could keep what was left of it, which was pretty cool. At one point he mentioned that he had wine and beer in the mini fridge in his work truck, and I think he expected us to encourage him to bring it up and start drinking with him, so there was kind of an awkward moment. That and I kept catching him staring at me, which was unnerving because I was sweaty and smelly from moving, my hair looked like shit, I wasn't wearing makeup, etc.

The day after I decided not to go to Pulp, Justin impressed on Albert that Kelly (Justin's ex) and her best friend Anna really wanted to see Albert at the Orpheum for their joint birthday clubbing, so Lindsey and I tagged along so he wouldn't be too bored (we don't drink nearly as much as everyone in that group of people, and most of the time Albert doesn't drink at all).

We get there around the time Justin told us he would be there, and of course he's MIA. Albert called and originally Justin had told him he'd be there in an hour thirty, but changed it to forty minutes. We decided to wait because Anna and Kelly rolled up, and sat around for nearly two hours and decided to slip out.

Five minutes after we left Justin calls Albert bitching him out for leaving and never coming to hang out anymore, blah blah blah.

The three of us stop at Village Inn for some dinner and pie, and I'm in the middle of eating a mozzarella stick and checking my text message when Mr. LTA rings (and consequently causes me to choke on my cheese stick as I attempt to answer Lindsey's inquiry as to who is calling me).

"Hey, where are you?"
We're at Village Inn. We're getting food.
"Hello? Hey, where are you?"
Village Inn, we're getting food.
"Why did you leave?"
Dude, we waited for like two hours, you guys weren't there, and it was kind of lame, so we left.
"What? What time did you leave?"
I don't know, like 12:40?
"You're lying!"
I am not fucking lying. We waited over an hour and a half.
"Well, come back."
We just ordered food.
"Hello? Sarah? Just come back."
[Mr. LTA], we just ordered food.
"Let me talk to Albert."

So then there was more conversation as to why we didn't stay, if we even showed up at all, bullshit bullshit.

It irritated me a little that Mr. LTA called me a liar, regardless of whether he meant it or not. I don't lie, I don't see the need to; I consider myself to be an extremely honest person.

And why does he want us to come back so bad, anyway? It's not "hang out with Justin and [Mr. LTA]" night, it's Anna's and Kelly's birthday night.

So.

I'm going to pick up Lindsey at the apartment after work tomorrow and we're going out of town for a Rat Soap Studios event about an hour away, and I'm going to look good.

You know. Just so he knows what he's been missing.
I deserve that, I think.