So what the heck is WAFD (pronounced waft-duh) anyway? It's a new designation I have come up with to indicate that the post contains whining about Steve (it stands for What a Fucking Dick, in case you were wondering). Yeah I know I should stop whining and do something about it. I really should. No one wants to listen to me bitch, etc. but I find the writing therapeutic, it helps me to sort my thought and in some cases not make any rash decisions (and in some cases maybe calms me down TOO much... but well it's a process). So for now you get the warning, it doesn't of course mean the entire post is about this... so you know if you want to know what I've been doing for the last week and a half, then by all means read it, just don't be surprised when I go off on random tirades is all. J
The story begins on Friday the 9th. Steve got us tickets to see David Copperfield as my Mothers Day gift. The only thing that actually pissed me off this day is that as per usual the event was ruined by sexual jokes. What I mean by this is sometime while we were getting ready to leave he made one of his extremely un-sexy comments indicating that he was "in the mood" and as per usual I was not (amusing because I DO actually like sex, a lot actually, when it's not used as emotional blackmail... but of course since Steve pretty much always does and he makes it obvious that it's what he's doing I usually don't want to be near him with a ten foot pole sort of deal). When I made it obvious I was not interested he started to sulk, and then he was downright belligerent with me after that, yeah nice fucking Mothers Day. I got sick to my stomach and almost wanted to not go at all, this is my newest thing I still want to go the places I have been going with him, I just wish I was either by myself or with anyone else but him. The one thing I have been doing, which is also newer, is calling him on these things right away, instead of letting them fester for months at a time, so I let him know he was doing it and it was ruining my night. He shaped up after that and it ended up being a decent time… I just wish it didn't have to be this way. I'll actually review all the things I did this week in separate posts, so until then that's about it in regards to the David Copperfield show.
Since my mom took Meaghan for the night, Steve and I decided to play night owls and drove up to Liberty Tree Mall to see a midnight showing of "Speed Racer". I was kind of borderline not feeling great so I only got a small popcorn and a bottle of water. There was no word of a lie this one couple in the show that talked through the entire movie. I don't mean in that way where maybe they're whispering to one another but you can still annoyingly hear them, I mean like they were yelling as if they were across the room from one another but yet they were sitting right next to each other! How rude of the theatre to put the volume up on the film so that it interrupted their conversation. Sheesh! Other than that apparently I am the only person on the planet that actually thought "Speed Racer" was a cute movie... but again more on that later.
The next day my cousin's son had a First Communion. Steve and I went early (around 9) to pick up Meaghan from my mom. She wasn't eating breakfast, but she's also been being really picky so we didn't think much of it…. Until on the ride home she vomited profusely all over the car. Steve conveniently excused himself, he did at least take Meaghan and give her a bath and change her… but never came out to help me clean the car, and it was his car. I sat there for over an hour painstakingly separating car seat pieces and putting them in a plastic bag so I could bring them up to the washing machine. Meaghan at least felt better after all that and managed to get down some toast and water so we did go to the communion still, albeit a few minutes late. After the communion was a luncheon, Meaghan played with her cousins and was pretty much in full recovery by then... so that was good; too bad the rest of my family ended up pissing me off alphabetically once I got there.
The first person to do this was my cousin Lisa. I mean I like Lisa about 80 % of the time but the other 20% when she does do the things that she does that piss me off, she really really pisses me off. This was one of those times. Lisa has been taking cooking classes. Not even like as a degree, say at Johnson & Wales, just classes. Because of this she now thinks she is like Gordon Ramsay or some shit (sadly the people I know who did graduate from J&S don't even behave this way). She constantly tries to give people "tips" to make their dishes better and it's really annoying. So she's sitting over the end of the table criticizing the appetizers. For real at one point she complained the tomatoes in the salad were "too cold". I mean really WTF?
The next person after this was my dad. Or perhaps to clarify, when I say dad he is actually my step dad. I am the proverbial "red-headed stepchild" of an Italian family. But he adopted me and still treats me like I'm his kid even though he and my mom are divorcing now... so that's cool even though it's not without its WTF moments. This was one of those. One of the kids at the event was a little girl with flaming red curly hair. I had a similar head of hair when I was about 5, and wish I still did sometimes (now I've got to dye it a bit and stylize the crap out of it to do anything). My dad made some comment (because the parents one was darker haired and the other a blonde {though I'm guessing dyed}) that maybe it was the "milkman's kid". I have never been so mortified in my entire life! It was like he stood up reached across the table and slapped me across the face in front of everyone!
Lastly was my aunt Janet. Janet's a bit of a ditz so I usually try my hardest to let the ridiculous comments she makes (at every family event!) slide. Meaghan got school pictures back around Easter I passed them around the table to see if anyone wanted to place orders, and only my cousin Vilma and Rob committed to what picture and size they wanted , even after I asked a second time if anyone else wanted to put in an order. My dad bought a package deal, figuring he would give the 5x7s to his sisters (Rita & Marie) and the rest of the family the wallet sized. So the pictures came in and this was the first time my dad had seen everyone together since then so he distributed them and wouldn't you know Janet bitched about the one she got because she didn't get to pick which one she wanted and she wanted a bigger one and blah blah blah... look lady I gave you a chance and you didn't take it so fuck off already.
So made it though that nightmare, but of course Sunday was Mother's day which means one more day I have to spend with my family. This time with my Mom & Grandmother, which didn't turn out so bad. We went to a place called Plum Island Grille, conveniently located on Plum Island (go figure). The food was ok, considering I was expecting Brunch (which is what we usually do). We then drove down the road back into Newburyport and putted around the waterfront. Meaghan ran my mom all over the place while we kept an eye on my grandmother. Overall it was a good day where no one seemed to piss anyone off in any way. My grandmother gave me $50 for my upcoming birthday and my mom gave me $100 bill for Mother's day. I think the thought was so I could buy some clothes or something, but there's just something really cold about being handed a bill for a gif… like it screams I couldn't be bothered to think of what you really would like, or something. Steve and Meaghan got me some Bath & Body stuff... it smells nice, though I would have preferred some new CDs or something.
So all was going well until about 2AM Monday Morning. I got up because I thought I had to pee… I was poorly mistaken. Apparently Meaghan gave me whatever she had on Saturday morning because I spent the night puking and crapping my innards out. Not fun, and probably more info than you really needed. Aside from the general annoyance of this, Steve thought it would be a good idea to try to tickle me and keep asking me questions, when all I wanted to do is lie down and die. This is something I don't even like when I'm feeling well [him trying to tickle me when I'm trying to sleep, because a) I'm trying to fucking sleep and b) his tickles bruise and don't fucking tickle in the slightest] so never mind how open mined I was to this right after I had just lost the entire days food content. I snapped at him and he had the audacity to make it sound like I was being the ass. OK, maybe I was but for Christ sakes have some common sense. I wouldn't try to do that to him (and didn't the last two times) if he were sick.
So Monday I spent a lot of time nursing myself back to health and catching up on the sleep I had missed the night before. When I felt better Steve and I started painting the downstairs apartment so we could rent it out again. Steve got a call from the bank because it had been robbed and had to run off… so I finished up what I could and then went back upstairs. His redeeming point of that day is he went out to the store to fetch me some Ginger Ale when I asked him. I can't remember any other significant details.
So Tuesday of course was my birthday. I actually dislike Holidays and Birthdays now that I am older, especially Birthdays, because it's a constant reminder to me of how much I hate my life, and marks yet another year in which I chose to do nothing about it. So I was having a really down, I'm talking I wanted to just crawl in a corner and cry, sort of day. It didn't help that two people I really was hoping would send me birthday wishes, didn't… but again I expect too much of people sometimes I guess and it isn't up to them to make me happy, it's up to me. Steve bought me the upgraded iPod I wanted (160G) that was pretty cool except I don't know what to do with my old 80G model now (normally I would have traded it in at Tweeter for a price break on the new one). But hey I can store more music, now I just need some more music. Started off dropping Meaghan off at school. Went to Eatz (it's like my new favorite place) with Steve for breakfast. Spent the day painting the apartment more (woo party animal I am) went to the 99 for dinner after getting Meaghan from school since I wasn't feeling well enough still to have a huge fancy dinner. Got our Red Sox card stamped and turned in for the contest they're having. Came home had cake, played EQ2 maybe… and then had a couple of funky dreams so I did get to spend some time with one of the people I was hoping would send me a birthday wish and then didn't… even if it was just in a dream (no I'm not going to post them this time, sorry, they were a bit personal).
I really wish I could remember what the hell happened on Wednesday. I think we must've painted some more, because I vaguely remember setting up the tent and DVD player downstairs for Meaghan.
Thursday my Brother and Leslie came to visit for the weekend from San Francisco. I didn't really get to see much of them but that planned a sleepover with Meaghan so Steve and I went to Grill 23 as a makeup Birthday celebration (as I was sick on Tues) . The food wasn't as good as the first time we had gone, and they had just added a new wing and for some reason t hat kept making the fire alarm go off during dinner. Meanwhile the guy at the table next to us had his seat out so far that he was practically eating in Steve's lap and it was really disturbing to me even though it wasn't happening to me, because I guess I have personal space issues and just seeing it was like uncomfortable for me. SO yeah that didn't go down so great. We had decided we were going to go see a midnight show of Prince Caspian, so we had some time to kill. Went over to what used to be Jillian's on Lansdowne Street, expecting video games, only to find it is now called Lucky Strike and only has bowling and Pool tables. I wasn't really dressed for bowling so pool it was. Steve slaughtered me at 8-ball but I killed him at 9-ball (it's always been my better game). We were tied two games a piece and of course his masculinity couldn't take the heat, he switched the game back to 8-ball so he could win the last round (whatever happened to chivalry?). Anyways then we drove out to Liberty Tree again to see the film. Great film, I spent most of it drooling over Ben Barnes.
So now it's Friday. We had breakfast plans with my brother, Leslie, and my dad. It turned out to be lunchtime by the time everyone got their shit together, but at least I got to spend some time with my Bro. I do however warn you, do not, under any circumstances ever go to the Rosebud diner in Davis Square, Somerville! OMG! What a dive. We thought it'd be cute and nostalgic for my dad, but the booths were too small for all of us which Ok it's an old diner, not really their fault. I don't know how people's breakfasts were, but I ordered a double-decker BLT, and it was awful. I mean you actually have to work at it to fuck up a BLT, but they managed somehow to do it. The bacon was undercooked, the tomatoes were borderline over-ripe and I don't know what mayonnaise they were using but it was so gross. I barely even finished half of it. If that wasn't enough the waitress was an utter douche bag, and I don't just casually throw that term around. Not only was she really rude to us (including trying to pour coffee over my shoulder, and I didn't see her so she shouted "helllooooo" in a sarcastic manner to me) during the meal, she also accused my dad of short changing her. This is my dad, btw who drove his frigging Bentley to the restaurant. She apparently added it wrong and thought we shorted the meal 15 cents when actually my and had given her almost a $10 tip (despite the fact that she was a C-U Next Tuesday). The funniest part of the whole thing is that we're all standing out front talking. I mean if we were really going to Diner Dash, do you think we would have hidden out front of the restaurant in plain sight? Kooky old bat!
My breakfast didn't make me feel too well again, so I spent some of Friday afternoon lying on the couch feeling borderline Ill again. I think I might have played some Assassins' Creed, but that might have also been before breakfast, since Meaghan wasn't home (and it's too violent to play when she's around)... oh I think I tried to finish "Citizen Kane" and then fell asleep... Yeah again I am the party animal. Oh I know I also went out to get Steve's present while he got his eye exam. Duh! Oh and I got my brother's present, which was "The Best of the Electric Company" DVD, which is where the title of this post comes from. I miss that dang show!
So on Saturday, Steve and I had tickets to "Jesus Christ Superstar". I love this musical, and pretty much absolutely must see it whenever I am aware of there being a production of it somewhere nearby. I believe this is my fifth or sixth time seeing it. It wasn't the worst performance I'd seen, but it wasn't the best either. Afterwards Steve and I walked back towards my mom's to pick up Meaghan via Boston Commons. We stopped off and got hotdogs and sausages, honey roasted peanuts, and pretzels... and I suddenly wished we could have procured tickets for the baseball game (I was trying to get tix for Sunday for Steve's birthday, but with no luck short of overpaying through Craigslist). Then we picked up the Megs and went home. Steve made chicken noodle soup (or maybe that was Friday?) which was good and made my tummy not quite as angry with me as it was with other foods.
Sunday was Steve's birthday. Meaghan gave him some Who CDs which he didn't already have and I got him some new Hawaiian shirts (I know boring presents... but he really doesn't have many hobbies). I made him some brownies with chocolate frosting instead of a cake, since we still had leftover cake from my birthday and he likes brownies better anyways. Mostly we hung out and had a lazy day. I didn't feel well (again.. man this bug sucks) so slept for a couple of hours, but overall I think it was on okay day, other than the constant jokes about me being the "present" and how he wanted to "unwrap" me.. I did mention I wasn't feeling well right?
Overall I guess not as much bitching as I thought I was going to do, this is partially my short term memory. If I had written this each day as things had occurred I would have a better memory of it... but I don't hold on to too many trivial bits.. I only save the good stuff. Still a little bummed that it's now almost a week since my birthday and the two people STILL haven't acknowledged it... I guess I should just give up. Other than that the real reason you didn't hear from me is Steve was on vacation last wek, and as you know I can't wrtie when he's around. In fact he hit an all time low on my birthday trying to read over my shoulder my birthday wishes. Granted the only one I was really worried about was the one from Gef Fahey because I knew he'd go ballistic if I told him that Gef was an ex-bf from H.S. even though that fact is just so unimportant at this point like 20 years later. So yeah I had to wait until today to even thank people for thier wishes and shit just because he makes me so uncomfortable.