I finally have my apartment to myself again.
I had a friend from Arizona come visit last Friday and she was supposed to stay at my place through Sunday. Sunday night she was supposed to go out with another friend and Monday she was going to stay with yet another friend through today. Well, this is what happened...
Friday night we went to the bar across the street from my apartment and had some drinks... and by some I mean A LOT. Yep, we got trashed.
We came back to the apartment to continue drinking a little more until we passed out.
Saturday we both woke up with hangovers... mine worse than hers because she mangaged to drink something other than alcohol and eat something before she passed out. I was pretty much non-functional the whole day... yeah, I hate hangovers. I ended up falling asleep around 8:30pm because it was annoying me and I didn't want to deal with it anymore.
Sunday we just stayed lazy while we waited for her friend from San Diego to call and determine what they were going to do. Well, she called alright... with some excuse that she thought my friend was coming out in April not March... so she cancelled and my friend stayed another night.
Monday I had to go to work so I had to abandon my friend during the day. While at work her other friend (I guy she's interested in) told her he was too tired to do anything that night... keep in mind she was supposed to stay at his place. Now here's the part of the story I left out... the only reason why she was going to stay at his place was because when he found out that she was coming out this way he threw a fit that she wasn't staying with him, so she made time for him instead of going to spend time with her mom. Now back to the story... he cancels on her for Monday night and offers to hang out on Tuesday, so she stays yet another night at my place.
On Tuesday again I have to go to work... AND work a hockey game that night so I wouldn't get home until late, but I was looking forward to having my place to myself again. It's not that I don't appreciate my friend's company, but there is a reason why I live alone. There are times when I don't want to be around people. It's hard to do that with a roommate and down right impossible when someone is staying with you in a one bedroom apartment. So anyways, I call to check in and see if she made contact with her guy friend. Guess what? He not only turned his phone off, but also never returned her call. Yeah, she was a little pissed... so much so, she is now over this guy and deleted his number from her phone. So again, I have a guest for yet another night.
Today, I'm enjoying the quiet of my empty apartment.
I like guests, but when they stay longer than planned it does begin to weigh on my nerves.
Ahhh... the peace and quiet.
I had a friend from Arizona come visit last Friday and she was supposed to stay at my place through Sunday. Sunday night she was supposed to go out with another friend and Monday she was going to stay with yet another friend through today. Well, this is what happened...
Friday night we went to the bar across the street from my apartment and had some drinks... and by some I mean A LOT. Yep, we got trashed.
We came back to the apartment to continue drinking a little more until we passed out.
Saturday we both woke up with hangovers... mine worse than hers because she mangaged to drink something other than alcohol and eat something before she passed out. I was pretty much non-functional the whole day... yeah, I hate hangovers. I ended up falling asleep around 8:30pm because it was annoying me and I didn't want to deal with it anymore.
Sunday we just stayed lazy while we waited for her friend from San Diego to call and determine what they were going to do. Well, she called alright... with some excuse that she thought my friend was coming out in April not March... so she cancelled and my friend stayed another night.
Monday I had to go to work so I had to abandon my friend during the day. While at work her other friend (I guy she's interested in) told her he was too tired to do anything that night... keep in mind she was supposed to stay at his place. Now here's the part of the story I left out... the only reason why she was going to stay at his place was because when he found out that she was coming out this way he threw a fit that she wasn't staying with him, so she made time for him instead of going to spend time with her mom. Now back to the story... he cancels on her for Monday night and offers to hang out on Tuesday, so she stays yet another night at my place.
On Tuesday again I have to go to work... AND work a hockey game that night so I wouldn't get home until late, but I was looking forward to having my place to myself again. It's not that I don't appreciate my friend's company, but there is a reason why I live alone. There are times when I don't want to be around people. It's hard to do that with a roommate and down right impossible when someone is staying with you in a one bedroom apartment. So anyways, I call to check in and see if she made contact with her guy friend. Guess what? He not only turned his phone off, but also never returned her call. Yeah, she was a little pissed... so much so, she is now over this guy and deleted his number from her phone. So again, I have a guest for yet another night.
Today, I'm enjoying the quiet of my empty apartment.
I like guests, but when they stay longer than planned it does begin to weigh on my nerves.
Ahhh... the peace and quiet.
kekelyn:
yay for personal space!