8:48 a.m. - 2007-06-12
long weekend of fun (abridged)
Our time in Haven could have been a production of the Reduced Shakespeare Company. Lots of action packed in a mere thirty hours.
We arrived at 11:30, as I said we would. Sandy professed shock. Wench. We proceeded with the drinking, as NMH and I were a bit peeved with each other. He with me regarding my failure to tell him when to turn in a timely manner. Me with him... for being his pillish self. Once drinks were in hand, CrushBoy fixed dinner while Sandy and Lani tried to get music coming from decent speakers--a challenge since the display on CrushBoy's stereo was no longer functional....
Dinner was yummy, as usual, as were the drinks. I got dressed to hit the pool, as I have no patience. I love to play in the water. Sandy gave me grief, as the proffessed plan was skinnydipping. But Lani wasn't ready to go down that road, so I was dressing up for her sake. And then I grabbed my towel and left. The rest caught up eventually. There was very little light, so the "more alcohol=less clothing" theorem went into effect. NMH, before sucumbing to peer pressure, confessed he had the body of a god--"that god is budda." He's not so rotund as that, but all things are relative. Have I mentioned CrushBoy has nice abs? CrushBoy has nice abs.... Sorry! Where was I? Right--the pool! Eventually we became waterlogged and went inside. The women donned robes, the men donned shorts, and we proceeded to play 80's TrivPursuit--boys versus girls.
I have learned my lesson--I'm not letting NMH and CrushBoy team up EVER AGAIN. At least not until I find another mid-to-late thirty year old female who grew up stateside and knows lots about headlines and the NBA.... Yes, the women lost. We lost by many wedges and the usual penalty for losing was paid. By me, as Sandy was passed out on the loveseat and Lani was... rubberlegged. Not that I mind paying up--it's a chance to show my skills as a dancer, choreographer, etcetera. I hate losing, though--make no mistake, I was in it to win. And had I won, the men would have stripped down and done kitchen detail as well as put the game away. These being the usual stakes.
Not long after I was done dancing, NMH decided it would be a good time to head to bed. So we left Sandy passed out, Lani wobbly on her feet, and CrushBoy... on the edge of stupid. A couple of times when I was alone in the kitchen with CrushBoy he hugged me tight and professed some desire for Lani. So my parting shot to him was, "Be good. And if you can't be good, be careful." A warning which he misconstrued.
After some hot monkey love, a little sleep, and some more hot monkey love, showers were contemplated. Alas, the shower in the "seduction suite" was not functioning. My grinning parting shot to NMH was, "I'm going next door to shower and see who is sleeping where." No one was where I left them last night. Except the dog, who now had a companion on the other end of the sofa. Sandy, looking dejected. In the Haven reprise of Goldilocks, Sandy was cast as "Baby Bear." I took my shower, went upstairs, sent Lani, who played "Goldilocks," downstairs to talk to NMH so I could beat my head against CrushBoy's chest--it being more effective at getting the point across than beating either of our heads against a wall. Poor, poor form on his part--really tacky. I expected more sense out of him.
Since NMH and I had planned to go to amusement park to ride yummy roller coaster that morning, I drafted Lani to drive us there and drop us off, thereby giving Sandy an opportunity to deal with CrushBoy. And at the park, I filled NMH in on what I found when I arrived for my shower. Plans to take car with busted AC home early began to sound better and better. And since by noon, NMH determined that he'd done what he wanted to do, we opted to leave and called Lani for a pickup. She opted to make the long drive in, which let me know the tension level of the house--high. We had time for one more roller coaster before she arrived and we took advantage. Then the three of us went out for lunch.
I gave Lani permission to speak freely since NMH had been apprised of the situation at the park. She spoke freely. We advised freely. Plans were laid for her appology to Sandy, as I figured both Sandy and CrushBoy would want to talk to me when I got back. The clever plan being while I talked to CrushBoy, she could appologize to Sandy and then ask for help regarding her scripts and the test she must take on them. Useful that we're all theatre majors.... But when we returned, Sandy seemed much better and CrushBoy was doing his usual "shove it in the corner and ignore it" routine. So, we went on with the plan for the day--lie around and do very little.
We did go see the infamous accursed work in progress hotel. I once again talked about me, Sandy, a huge sunken bathtub, bubbles, and a fight for a hand-held shower head. CrushBoy finally came through on the look I was shooting for--slight blush, small smile and obvious pondering. Did I mention I have skills? CrushBoy also has skills, but that is a topic for another entry....
Then we went back to Haven and drank a bit more--water for some, libations for others. And then we packed and hit the road. We had more discussion of CrushBoy and his skills. I worked on Lani's shoulders, as there was some tension. We talked some more. Eventually, Lani began to nap. I was nodding off as well. Happily, NMH was not so tired that we ended up in the median. NMH and I have done that once--it was a life changing event for us. Nothing like sleeping through a near-death experience to make a girl feel safe enough to say how she feels....
And when we got home, Lani got her car and headed home. I asked her to send me a text to let me know she made it home safely. And then NMH and I went to bed. I was still awake when Lani sent me the text. Not that I was in a position to check it when it arrived. Nor was I interested. I got around to it eventually.
Morning came. Co-ed showering happened. Et cetera. And then NMH headed to work and I took over childcare, thus ending a really big weekend shoved into a really short amount of time....
