I really needed this weekend, and I got a lot out of it.
Friday I took off of work at ~4. That night was spent at an old friend’s (from Louisiana) house, playing “the name game.” In said game, you sit in a circle and say famous people’s names. I was overwhelmingly the victor (?).
Saturday, I woke up at ~10:45 and watched “The Aviator”…
“Smooth titties, gentlemen. Smooth titties!”
… and ordered some Tut’s (middle eastern quisine) for lunch while Biddle drove to Bham for a doctor’s appointment. I basically hung around his apt all day until the sun set and we got the night started.
Sunday, again, I slept until ~11. Got up, leeched some files, packed up and headed back about 3:30.
It was uber-fantastic to get out of Gdale for a few days. I was able to clear my head, and put things into perspective. I was also able to go the entire weekend without thinking about “the girl” (except when she called on Saturday). I was able to “calm down,” I suppose. We just spent WAY too much time together in the last week and a half – much more than a normal girl/guy friend combo normally would, so things got a little … hmmmmmm.
Point being, I just can’t spend SO much time with her and not get addicted to her. I know that probably sounds dumb, but thats how it seems to be — when I spend a lot of time with her, I can’t help but to need more and more and more time with her. Its not really a problem, now. I can be with her and things are fine; actually things are great, it seems like we always have a fantastic time. I just can’t spend ALL my time with her, like I did last weekend. No problems, its cut and dry.
I really needed this weekend.