I'm Going To Pretend......

That everything is ok and tell you about most of my weekend, because until Sunday night, it was pretty fucking stellar.  After then, I feel like I'm living in a personal hell and I've drug one of my friends into it.  We'll talk about that later though.

Where did we leave off??  Oh yeah, Mr. Right, Brian.  I pretty much spent every evening with him last week and have to say, I think he's great.  In fact, Thursday when I got an email saying I won tickets to the Ohio State/Ohio U football game, I didn't think twice before inviting him to go with me.  I have never been to a game and even though I'm not a fan of either team, I wanted to check it out.  Everybody says you have to go and experience the Horseshoe once.  I texted him and of course he was more than excited to go, so we made plans for Saturday.

Thursday my day got screwed up by a sick kid at daycare.  I knew Wednesday night when I picked up Little E at Jordan's that he wasn't feeling well.  Jordan said that he got poked in the eye by a toy and that's why he was all swollen up and red.  Ok......  I took him to daycare in the morning and by 10:30 they were calling to tell me he had a fever of almost 102.  I had to leave work early that day anyway, so I went and got him and took him to the doctor.   Besides a nasty chest virus, the kid has pinkeye.  Seriously?  Thanks for that Jordan, you douchebag....

Friday the kid wasn't any better, but I had to go to work for a few hours.  I took him with me.  Nobody else is in the office when I get in at 7, so I figured I had one good hour to have him sit and eat while I did my work.  Yeah right, he's a toddler.  Instead of eating and coloring, he was doing shit like this.....

Good stuff right there for sure.  He's such a little turd.  By 10:00 I've had enough and we head out.  I text Brian letting him know I'm off work and he asks if I would drive out to where he was working and we could have lunch with him.  Umm, ok.  I never take E anywhere, simply because I prefer to not deal with a toddler in public.  This should be fun.  We go home for a quick nap and then head out for lunch.

I met him at the entrance to the small town he's working in, then followed him down to a hole in the wall diner that quite possibly had the best grilled ham and cheese sandwich I've had in my entire life.  E is trying not to be miserable, but being able to see out of pretty much only one eye is pissing him off.  Finally we get our food and everyone is good for a minute.  He keeps getting phone calls from his job site, so we make quick work of lunch and head out.  I thank him for lunch, E gives him a high five and I tell him I'll see him later that night.

We get back home and nap again.  This time E wakes up half an hour later screaming like someone is cutting his leg off.  WTF?  I go into his room and he's drenched in sweat.  As I pick him up, I realize that he's burning up.  Fuck.  I take his temperature and it's 103.8.  Fuck.  I give him some Tylenol and try to comfort him.  It's not working.  I'm not a nurturing mother.  I lack that comforting aura that children need.  It's apparent really quickly that he's not going to settle down and wants to be left alone.  I lay him on my bed and call the doctor's office.  They tell me it's probably just the virus getting worse and there really isn't anything they can do for him as long as he's still eating and drinking.  Fuck.  Ok then.  Jordan is due to pick him up in about an hour, so I guess we just suffer until he gets there.

Damn that was a long hour.  By the time Jordan gets there the fever is down to 101.  That's a little better.  I say goodbye to E sort of doing a happy dance inside because I won't see him for 5 days.  Back into my room for a nap.  Brian calls around 7 to let me know he's dropping his kids off then he'll be over.  Once he gets to my house, he says he needs to go to the mall and get something to wear because he didn't feel like doing laundry.  Umm, ok.  The mall is right down from my house, so we head over there where he proceeds to drop almost $100 on some shirts, followed quickly by another $80 for an Ohio State jersey for the game.  I might be in love.  Do you know how long it's been since I've dated anyone who can just go out and buy whatever they want and be ok with it?

After we're done at the mall he has to go back out to his house and get all his stuff for Saturday.  Someone wasn't very well prepared Friday night.....  I'm slightly annoyed because it's already 9:30 and we were supposed to be at the birthday party by then.  In addition, from the mall it's about a 30 minute drive to his house.  We go over there and get all that sorted out and we're off to the brother-in-law's birthday party up at their bar.  I introduce Brian to everyone and we move off to our own table, spending the rest of the evening just talking and hanging out listening to a good band.  By 1 we figure we should head out since we have to be up early for the game. 

Saturday morning I wake up late.  I have to go and get my oil changed because my car is running like shit.  I do that, go pick up Nicole and when I get home, Gavin and Brian are sitting at the table eating McDonalds.  Great, ya met another one of the kids and took him to breakfast.....  I hurry them out the door to soccer so that I can get ready to go tailgate before the game.  Brian tells me he told Gavin we'd go to the game for a bit.  WTF?  Ok then.  We get ready, head to the soccer game for an hour and then down to campus.

What to say about that whole experience?  Very cool.  Anyone who knows me knows that Ohio State fans bug the shit out of me.  They're rude and often times out of control, setting cars and dumpsters on fire, win or lose.  Ugh.  We wander around for a bit ducking in and out of bars for drinks.  All at once it hits me, I'm not appropriately dressed....  I have a short sleeve shirt on, but I'm roasting and it's only getting hotter.  Fuck.  I don't have any money.  He notices how uncomfortable I am and asks what's wrong.  I tell him and all the sudden we're off to one of the corner shops to get me a new shirt.  Whew.  I find a tank top and am much better.  He bought it for me, but since he did, I had to wear a tattoo on my face the rest of the day.  He knew I was hating every minute of it and got a kick out of it.

Pay no attention to the fact my sunglasses are crooked as fuck on my face.  Other than that it's a cute pic taken by a drunk homeless man....  On our way over to the game, Brian decided our free C deck tickets weren't good enough.  He went to a scalper, gave him our tickets and $40 for two A deck seats.  They were awesome.  This pic is a pretty good representation of where we were location wise.

The people next to us actually owned the seats we were in.  They said that their son didn't come down for the game, so they sold them to the scalper.  Curious to know what a seat license costs we asked.  The seat license for the four seats they had cost $5,000 a year, then they have to buy all four tickets for each game, at $70 each, which adds another $2200 to the cost....  Holy crap that's expensive......  At least they were nice cushioned seats with backs....  But people were so smooshed together it was kinda uncomfortable, especially since it was so hot and everyone was sweaty.  We were going to stay for the whole game, but it was such a blowout we decided to beat traffic and head out at the start of the 4th quarter, which would get us back to my side of town in time for Gavin's 2nd game.

He dropped me off at the soccer fields and headed home.  I had plans with friends that night, so I told him I'd talk to him later.  He thanked me again for taking him with me and left.  I watched Gavin's game and headed home for a much needed nap before we went out for the night.

Nicole was over at my house and ready to go around 9.  I was still sitting down the street not showered and lacking motivation.  Once I finally got ready, a bunch of people decided they were coming out with us and we began our bar crawl.  It was interesting to say the least.  Everyone had a really good time until the one dumb whore in the group had to go and ruin it by making out with someone else's boyfriend.  End of the night right there..... And for the record, it wasn't me.  Nicole and I headed back to the house and passed out because I had to be up for a 7am soccer game on Sunday.

We'll end this here, because Sunday was where all the trouble started.....