My OperaAt the Car Show
Sunday, June 20, 2004 7:15:17 PM
Yesterday was such a great day! It started out slow, I called Steph and we talked for a while, then I got ready for the car show. (Which is pretty much brushing my teeth, washing my face, grabbing my house key and cell phone.) Stephanie's dad came to pick me up and we went over to their house until around 5:30. We walked down to the car show from there. Everyone split up their own separate ways, Steph and I went on the prowl for food, which she found and gave me what she didn't finish. I normally don't feel comfortable eating when people outside my family are paying, but she was proud of me for finally giving in. We walked around a lot and stood around a lot...and much to my surprise, I really enjoyed the standing around! 
There was a lot of '66 and '68 Corvettes there and anyone who knows me at a car show knows I'm obsessed with the '67 Corvette. Lates '60's Corvette's and MG's were all over the place and if it wasn't for my wonderful company, I probably would've spazzed over every one of them I saw, but my company did well at keeping my attention which I was more than willing to give. We stayed there until about 10:15 to watch the fireworks and at this point in the night, my company was the only thing on my mind. We walked back to her house when I made the fatal mistake of calling home. Steph sat down on the kitchen floor and I joined her as the phone dialed...my sister picked up and I thought I was home free, then another voice chimed in and I knew I was screwed. Just the person I didn't want to talk to answered the phone and ruined my night. Steph got to see me stressed out and did everything she could to comfort me and make me forget about it. THANK YOU IF YOU EVER READ THIS!!! The voice on the phone wanted to talk to her dad. She took the phone to her dad, who was outside in the courtyard while I stayed sitting on the floor, got up and paced a couple times. She came back, knowing all too well that I was dwelling on it and told me not to worry about it. After a few minutes, her dad walked in and put the phone down and said he didn't know the actual point of that conversation. We sort of laughed about it. Steph and I made our way to the living room couch and watched TV. She laid her head on me and I smiled. We watched the Cosby Show! Woohoo! Unfortunately, since I made that fatal mistake of calling, it was all over too soon. I got home and hopped on the computer. (No surprise there) Made todays Pixel Pimp comic, talked to Stephanie MORE. (If you haven't noticed, I love being with this woman.) Everyone asked us how long we've been going out and much to my surprise, it's been two weeks. After a while, she got tired and had to go to bed, so I bid her good night and off she went. I stayed on though. Insomnia beckoned me the whole night. 5:30 in the morning, I finally got to turning off the monitor, which was a stupid idea to begin with because an hour later, I was still trying to sleep. Got about 5 minutes, woke up for another hour, five more minutes, the same thing over and over again. Sleep isn't worth it anymore. I could've been doing better things than rolling around on that mattress. Today is Fathers Day...whooptey doo...That just means I have to be a good little angel until tomorrow, when the person goes back to work. Allegedly, Grandma was going to take us to see Shrek 2 today at the downtown theater. Oh how much fun would that be! I'm running on 20 minutes of sleep, planning on sitting in a dark room with a bunch of kids hyped up on sugar and popcorn. I MUST make an excuse to keep my sanity. Well, I gotta go be a little angel for the time being.
c-ya
There was a lot of '66 and '68 Corvettes there and anyone who knows me at a car show knows I'm obsessed with the '67 Corvette. Lates '60's Corvette's and MG's were all over the place and if it wasn't for my wonderful company, I probably would've spazzed over every one of them I saw, but my company did well at keeping my attention which I was more than willing to give. We stayed there until about 10:15 to watch the fireworks and at this point in the night, my company was the only thing on my mind. We walked back to her house when I made the fatal mistake of calling home. Steph sat down on the kitchen floor and I joined her as the phone dialed...my sister picked up and I thought I was home free, then another voice chimed in and I knew I was screwed. Just the person I didn't want to talk to answered the phone and ruined my night. Steph got to see me stressed out and did everything she could to comfort me and make me forget about it. THANK YOU IF YOU EVER READ THIS!!! The voice on the phone wanted to talk to her dad. She took the phone to her dad, who was outside in the courtyard while I stayed sitting on the floor, got up and paced a couple times. She came back, knowing all too well that I was dwelling on it and told me not to worry about it. After a few minutes, her dad walked in and put the phone down and said he didn't know the actual point of that conversation. We sort of laughed about it. Steph and I made our way to the living room couch and watched TV. She laid her head on me and I smiled. We watched the Cosby Show! Woohoo! Unfortunately, since I made that fatal mistake of calling, it was all over too soon. I got home and hopped on the computer. (No surprise there) Made todays Pixel Pimp comic, talked to Stephanie MORE. (If you haven't noticed, I love being with this woman.) Everyone asked us how long we've been going out and much to my surprise, it's been two weeks. After a while, she got tired and had to go to bed, so I bid her good night and off she went. I stayed on though. Insomnia beckoned me the whole night. 5:30 in the morning, I finally got to turning off the monitor, which was a stupid idea to begin with because an hour later, I was still trying to sleep. Got about 5 minutes, woke up for another hour, five more minutes, the same thing over and over again. Sleep isn't worth it anymore. I could've been doing better things than rolling around on that mattress. Today is Fathers Day...whooptey doo...That just means I have to be a good little angel until tomorrow, when the person goes back to work. Allegedly, Grandma was going to take us to see Shrek 2 today at the downtown theater. Oh how much fun would that be! I'm running on 20 minutes of sleep, planning on sitting in a dark room with a bunch of kids hyped up on sugar and popcorn. I MUST make an excuse to keep my sanity. Well, I gotta go be a little angel for the time being.
c-ya
