Bed Ridden
Been taking it easy the last few days, so nothing new to report. Giggles tells me that the plan for tomorrow is to never leave the bed except to eat. I'll have to pick up some appropriate bedroom food so that we don't even have to do that. Ah, overindulgence of the best kind! See you next week.
Why didn't anyone tell me I have a girlfriend?
My plans for the Fourth of July were to hang out with my parents during the day and then to meet up with Giggles and her roommates for a relaxing dinner, while watching fireworks from the restaurant. For the sake of an interesting story, it'd be a shame if things went along sans drama and according to plan.
On Saturday, I learned that my sister's boyfriend of a year had just broken up with her and, being a bit upset, she decided to get out of town and come down to visit my parents for the weekend. Since I was going to see my parents (and now my sister, as well) on Sunday, I invited my sister to stick around and hang out with me on the Fourth.
Sunday was a very relaxing day. I had lunch with my parents and then did some things around the house while they went shopping with my sister. They ended up leaving town early in the evening and TheSister and I hung out for a bit before heading over to Giggles' place. Giggles lives close to a little downtown area with a bunch of shops and nice restaurants. In an effort to avoid having to drive anywhere and deal with parking, we'd decided earlier in the week to eat at one of these restaurants. The patio area would also allow for a view of the fireworks, so we made our reservation late enough that we would be able to eat and then enjoy the show from our table.
It wasn't until we were on the walk over that I was informed that a few extra guests would be dining with us that night. Instead of a nice, intimate group of five (Giggles, me, TheSister, Giggles' sister, and Giggles' roommate), we were now a party of 13 which included the aforementioned five, Giggles' parents, Giggles' roommate's ex-boyfriend, the ex-boyfriend's roommate, parents, brother and brother's girlfriend.
Excellent! I'm glad I had the opportunity to prepare for this, mentally.
Our original party of five walked into the restaurant and found every one else already seated at a table. Because our party had become so large, we were seated on the opposite side of the restaurant than what we'd requested, which, in turn, meant our ability to watch fireworks had been relinquished.
Strike two for the evening.
Giggles introduced me to her parents and that actually went fairly smoothly. It wasn't until her sister started introducing us to the rest of the table that things got a bit uncomfortable. When she presented me to the table, she said something along the lines of, "…and this is [Giggles'] boyfriend, [Dating Fool]."
At that moment, my mouth went dry and I felt my heart plummet towards my shoes; I also happened to catch Giggles' father's eye and, unable to react, ended up staring at him, like a deer in headlights, with a dumbfounded look upon my face. I tried to recompose myself as quickly as possible.
Did she just say what I thought she did? When the hell did all this happen? Would someone like to introduce me to my girlfriend because I was unaware that I had one? Am I the only one not in on this conspiracy?
Giggles seemed almost as surprised as I was, because she started stammering about how, "uh, we haven't really had the talk yet…"
Somehow I was able to put that disaster behind me (a couple glasses of wine seemed to help) and push on with the meal. Lucky for me, the truly atrocious service we received that night seemed to pull attention away from Giggles and her new boyfriend.
Later in the evening, when we were alone, the attention turned back to what was said at dinner. "So, am I your girlfriend?" Giggles asked, innocently.
"I don't think I'm ready for labels, just yet. I really like things the way they are. I'd like to be your boyfriend at some point, but I'm not at that point right now."
"Oh," she responded, a bit disappointed, "well, can you let me know when you're ready to define things?"
"Of course, you'll be the first to know."
Now, where's the button that slows this thing down?
