Held My Breath and Kicked My Feet

Things are going really well with the guy from last Friday! We've been facebook messaging/texting incessantly and he came by again on Wednesday to hang out, go to capoeira, and play bar trivia. He didn't sleep over but we still made out a little.

Last night JB got home from a trip and we pounded a bottle of wine, took some shots, then went out into the world. We came back in from the world after only maybe 45 minutes because we were sleepy.

JB, Roomie and I went through the fridge and pantry today and found a ton of food that doesn't belong to any of us, so now there's a decent stock of "community food," of which I plan on eating the majority. Lucky me, the Trader Joe's Thai Curry sauce that I used a ton of wasn't anyone's, so I don't have to replace it! Yayy.

Still haven't sent out the ol' resume anywhere. Yipes. Shame on me. But I did some thankin' and I figure that if I have to move home I'll have nothing to do but look for a job to get me the hell out of there. Sucks but it's an option.

No set plans for the 4th yet, but odds are we'll end up getting shitfaced in or around a body of water. Hope yous all have nice things to do to celebrate the birth of the nation. Nobody lose a finger, yhear?

[Later]
Roomie, Deals, and I went out for dinner at a family-style chain. The bill came out to about $60. Deals asked to have his share [$15] put on his card and I put in a Benjie that Grampa gave me as a grad present to cover me and Roomie, with the expectation that she would pay me back cash. When we got his card and the change back, we saw that the waitress had somehow mistaken our table for the only other table in her section- a couple who didn't drink and only had a $25 bill. Since Deals had put $15 on his card, I got back $90 cash.
We stared at each other for a minute, then ran like hell out of there.

After our Great Escape, Roomie and I drove around to a park to see some fireworks. The traffic was absolutely bonkers and we decided to just sit in the traffic and drive by the park rather than attempt to find parking. We ended up being in a great spot for the grand finale [I don't know if that's what it's actually called, or if it even has a name, but that's what my Dad yells at the end of a fireworks display when they shoot off a bunch all at once to signify that the show's over]. We figured our way was better because we had air conditioning, our music on the radio, and we could make fun of people walking by with the security that they couldn't hear us through the car windows.
We got a little lost and turned around due to the massive traffic and one blocked intersection; the 15-minute trip home ended up taking almost an hour, but we had some laughs along the way so the night ended up just fine.

There was a party going on tonight and F is up for a visit from Florida, but Roomie and I were both too knackered to even make an appearance. Roomie passed out within 5 minutes of getting in and I settled into my ass groove on the couch to text the guy that I was talking about earlier [he's not going to get a blog name until I'm sure I'll use it a lot] and do crossword puzzles.

All right then, folks. God bless America and all that.