4 - TSO, Peter, The Ex & Lima

Tonight I went with my family to see the Trans Siberian Orchestra. For those of you who know them, you know why I'm smiling =)
And for those of you who don't, what were you thinking? You should really check them out, immediately. They're played on the radio up here a lot, and I can only hope they're played on stations elsewhere too. Basically they play Christmas music, but with a heavy metal/rock and roll mix. They are very religious, don't hesitate to speak about their love for God, and play some of the best music to come around in a long time. You'd be familiar with the songs, they've been around since forever, like Deck the Halls, White Christmas, things of that nature. But they add their own custom rock/metal twice. You can find them on YouTube, for a free peak, or you can buy one of their 4(3?) albums online or at the store. Anyway, the show was amazing. They have a fantastic laser light show that goes along with their music. It really is a great event to go to with friends, family, and even the kids if they're OK with loud music and sitting still for 2 1/2 hours.

Earlier today I hung out with my friend Peter. We were supposed to get breakfast and maybe do some Christmas shopping, but the boy never does wake up in time. I finally got him out of his house at 12. By then I was ready for lunch, but my heart was set on the pancakes and bacon he had promised me, so he found a late morning diner. We then proceeded to the mall, and walked around a bit. On the drive over to the mall, I nearly crashed my car somewhere between 5 and 47 times. Peter's hands were all over me and I really was not in the mood. First of all, I'm driving at speeds dangerous enough to kill us. Secondly, who gave him the OK to be touching me, anyway? Boy was I irritated. If he didn't make us crash, we were going to crash anyway from the distraction of me punching him in the face. So, naturally, I was no longer in a good mood and didn't feel like being at the mall. Across all 4 floors, he just couldn't stay off me. What is it with men and the word no? Was it left out of their mental dictionary when they learned to communicate? It sure as hell doesn't sound like "yes." So we left, I dropped him at his house and told him we wouldn't be hanging out again unless he could control himself. That's when I got this comment, "If you won't sleep with me that must mean you're putting out to some other dude, and in that case I don't want to touch you anyway." Can you say WOW...? If I hadn't had the urge to really punch him before, I certainly did now. And if it weren't for my foot on the brake, locking my seat belt, I probably would have reached across my car and beat him to death.

One asshole wasn't enough today.

Juliet, the ex boyfriend, annoyed the crap out of me the entire night to the concert, through it, and after it. I don't know why I agreed to go together. As friends we get along, but around other people it's like he's provoked to irritate me. The boy is 23 years old, and his latest thing is to say "No, you're ____." and fill in the blank with whatever you said right before. So I'd be trying to have a conversation with him, about whatever, say for example the cop who pulled me over the other day, and the conversation would go like this:

Me: His reasoning was ridiculous, he knew I wasn't speeding.
Juliet: No, you're ridiculous.
Me: What? How am I ridiculous?
Juliet: No, you're ridiculous.
Me: What are you talking about?
Juliet: No, what are you talking about?
Me: OK, this is annoying.
Juliet: No, you're annoying.

Again, the man is 23 years old. I don't know how I put up with him for 3 years... Oh wait, yes I do. We were both in the military and we hardly ever saw each other until just this year. Ugh...

So between the ex and Peter, I had grown a massive migraine. The loud music wasn't helping and I just wanted to go home and hit the bed.
And then there was my savior... =)

Lima. Quite possibly (as I mentioned before) the love of my life. Waiting online for me to get home, in hopes I'd be back before he had to leave for work. Eight hour time difference doesn't leave many reasonable hours to talk. But I caught him at about 720am, 20 minutes before he had to leave for work. He makes everything better. Makes everyone else not matter. My entire bad day just vanquished into thin air and my mind is filled with thoughts of him being home again, of us cuddling on the couch watching a movie, or me trying to teach him how to cook dinner. Reminds me of rolling around in the bedsheets with him and calling each other our secret nicknames. Taking a shower together and him moving around all the bathroom stuff, to mess with my OCD habits. I just miss everything about him, but it doesn't make me sad... It just makes me smile and makes me happy from the inside out knowing he'll be home again and no one else will matter, bad days will be gotten rid of the minute I walk through the door of our house.

And then I remember that September is so bloody far away....


xo
kay_ski