PJ already knew about Amon Amarth and said nothing because he's already planning a date for the show.
I thought about this for a moment and then asked him, what if you're not still dating whoever then?
I'll take Ben. If he's out of the doghouse by then. If not I'll take you and you can circle pit with me in GA.
I'm not doing that.
Okay, we'll get lower bowl, just in case. Lightweight.
He laughs warmly but he's still a little (a lot, okay, a lot) mad.
Last night when I got home, I went over to Ben who was in the driveway under the awning talking to Sam and he asked how I was. I said hot and tired.
He asked if I knew what was really invigorating and I shook my head. Too tired to answer.
So he picked me up and ran for the edge of the yard and threw me over like I weighed nothing save for the almighty heft of my screams.
I forgot my phone was in the pocket of my work dress.
My sturdy black work shoes did not fall off. Which means they were very heavy.
And Sam followed me in because I was very tired and therefore could hardly walk let alone swim all the way around the point.
The phone didn't survive two metres of seawater for fifteen minutes.
The shoes, well, they're at the bottom of the sea and now today I have to wear my old adidas and hope no one sees them. Maybe I can paint the stripes black with a sharpie? Either way I'm going to break my neck.
And Ben is in the doghouse. Not because my phone and my shoes got ruined but because the water was two degrees.
Two.
It was so cold it hurt.
As usual, he has no regrets. And to clarify, I'm not mad at him. It felt really good for a minute there, like all things that will kill me, but everyone else was completely less than impressed.
I thought about this for a moment and then asked him, what if you're not still dating whoever then?
I'll take Ben. If he's out of the doghouse by then. If not I'll take you and you can circle pit with me in GA.
I'm not doing that.
Okay, we'll get lower bowl, just in case. Lightweight.
He laughs warmly but he's still a little (a lot, okay, a lot) mad.
Last night when I got home, I went over to Ben who was in the driveway under the awning talking to Sam and he asked how I was. I said hot and tired.
He asked if I knew what was really invigorating and I shook my head. Too tired to answer.
So he picked me up and ran for the edge of the yard and threw me over like I weighed nothing save for the almighty heft of my screams.
I forgot my phone was in the pocket of my work dress.
My sturdy black work shoes did not fall off. Which means they were very heavy.
And Sam followed me in because I was very tired and therefore could hardly walk let alone swim all the way around the point.
The phone didn't survive two metres of seawater for fifteen minutes.
The shoes, well, they're at the bottom of the sea and now today I have to wear my old adidas and hope no one sees them. Maybe I can paint the stripes black with a sharpie? Either way I'm going to break my neck.
And Ben is in the doghouse. Not because my phone and my shoes got ruined but because the water was two degrees.
Two.
It was so cold it hurt.
As usual, he has no regrets. And to clarify, I'm not mad at him. It felt really good for a minute there, like all things that will kill me, but everyone else was completely less than impressed.