So all day I'm looking forward to hanging out with my new boyfriend for the evening.
THE PLAN: snuggle and watch movies with a brief break while i do my one hour shift in the 24/7 prayer room at church, then return to snuggling at my place and watch movies until all hours of the night.
Awesome, right? We get to my house, turn on Batman cartoons from our best friend Netflix, and get our cuddle on. A few minutes go by when we are interrupted by my roomates' sweet daughter, Charlotte, who is five. She has a question from the roomies in the living room who are too lazy to come ask me themselves: "Do you want to watch 'Lost'". I decline their offer since there was not much time before I was leaving for the prayer room. Charlotte walks out to the living room, then returns to watch Batman with us. How can we refuse? She's so sweet. So she climbs onto the bed with us and sits at the end, her eyes glued to the screen.
A few minutes later her sister figures out that a party is going on in my room. Deborah is almost two. She breaks down my door, walks in, and demands in toddler language to join us. I lift her up onto the bed.
Now Adam is a big guy. He takes up most of my twin-sized waterbed. Yet this two year old girl manages to hog all of our space! How is this possible? Finally, after much rearranging, we find a semi-comfortable way for four people to be on my little bed. Oh, and Poohbear as well. A few minutes later the episode ends. It is time to go to the prayer room.
Man the hour flies in that room. It's such a freaking cool place. Next thing I know I hear a car pull up. I'm sad that my prayer time is over but once again excited to be able to spend time with Adam. Door opens, and he's there all right, along with Bill and Phil. I ask Adam if we're still watching movies later and he says yes, so cool. I don't care if we hang out with Bill and Phil, I love Bill and Phil, as long as I get my freaking cuddle time.
So Bill, Phil and Adam kidnap me and take me to Carl's Jr. where they discuss some preaching plans for a Youth Raley Adam is speaking at. Gosh he's so hot. Anywho, they are talking and it's cool. We're having fun. Yea. I get some orange soda spilled on me, whatever. It's fun.
We drive back to my house, joking about masturbation, then Adam drives Phil home. I go inside to practice my gee-tar until he gets back. When he arrives cuddle-time commences. We are watching Ferris Bueller's day off because my crazy boyfriend has never seen it. I know! What the heck, right?
So we're watching it when suddenly he gets sick to his stomach. He disappears for a while, comes back, still isn't feeling good. I hate when there's nothing you can do but watch someone you care about feel like crap. Finally I just let him fall asleep.
Right now he's sleeping in my room and I'm out here writing this blog. I figured anything I did would be more annoying than helpful. I'll be waking him up in a couple hours for his 3 AM shift in the prayer room. I hope he feels better by then!
Poor guy.
Well, so much for a romantic evening!
"Bueller...?
Bueller....?"
