Friday, February 26, 2010

Florida - Day 1

I slogged my way across country in the middle of the night yesterday to come see the Boy in Florida.  I left San Francisco at 12:30 am and arrived in cold-as-balls* Tampa at 10:30 am.

* Cold-as-balls is a favorite term of the Boy.  I'm not sure what it means except that he only uses is when it's really really cold outside.  Are balls really that cold?  Why haven't I noticed this?  Gotta follow-up on this one.

The Boy was at practice so he sent a car to pick me up and take me back to his apartment.  I'm so ridiculously tired at this point that all I want to do is crash and sleep for 10-12 hours.  But then I get to the apartment and realize that some commentary must be made.

The Boy said that he had gone shopping for some essentials in anticipation of my arrival.  This is evidently what he considered "essentials"...

Oh, and he did buy coffee, because obviously one needs coffee after a RedBull-fueled wine bender.

This was what was awaiting me in the bedroom...

Very sweet touch.  We may not have drinking glasses to use over the weekend, but - hey - priorities.  Besides, it is apparent that we will only need a wine corkscrew to survive anyway.  Glasses are optional.

I would also like to point out the greatest invention of the past 10 years on bedside table...Clocky.  Clocky is an alarm clock and an official member of the family.  When Clocky's alarm goes off, he revs up, spins his wheels, and takes off across the room.  Fantastically entertaining.  It is widely acknowledged that the Boy is still employed solely because of Clocky.

Yet another reason that I adore the Boy.  He puts up with this.  This is what the bathroom looked like when I arrived...

And this is what the bathroom looked like 12 hours later.

I've asked him to please be considerate and move his shaving cream under the sink.

The day culminated with episodes involving sweatpants and Reggie Jackson - but I'll save that for tomorrow.  I need to go sleep off last night's Cakebread bender.


  1. you my friend are a confession mentionable this week. Sparkle congrats to you!

  2. Awww....thanks! I would send you a card in gratitude, but, know...

  3. I just have to say, I read your confession, and I'm a card aisle farter too! No Way! I couldn't believe it, I thought I was the only one:)