My Birthday:
My boyfriend and I woke up at 1:30pm, got ready and jumped in the car to go to 6 flags magic mountain. Thorn having had worked the nightshift both days before my birthday had a fairly noticeable bad attitude, but was trying his best to make my day special despite his irritability.
We saw an Outback restaurant and decided to stop and eat. I was in the mood for crab, but remembering the cardinal rule "never eat seafood at a steak house" made me tentative to order. That was until our waitress reassured me that the crab was one of the best things on the menu (meaning the most expensive IE bigger tip). The plate arrived and was awful! Thorn tried one leg and I picked at another. Noticing my unhappiness, the waitress asked if I would like to try something else, I got the crab-cake appetizer, something I knew to be safe and delicious.
We finished, and traveled the few extra blocks to the amusement park I had chosen to spend my birthday at. It was a beautiful hot day with a cooling breeze. We approached the ticket counter noticing everyone holding empty coke cans and giving them to the person who takes the money. When we asked the oriental teller about this curious behavior he replied "2 fo 1 wit coke can"
Thorn looked at me steaming "why didn't you bring a coke can?!!!!"
"I didn't know!!! It didn't say anything about this on the website!!!!" I replied.
Shoving his hand in his wallet he paid the $47 per person a whopping total of $94. Feelings hurt and teary-eyed I entered the park with my grumbling boyfriend. Sensing my unhappiness he apologized, grabbed my hand and in a sweet playful manner we skipped to the first roller coaster. So much fun! Up and down, side to side, over and under!!! We exited the coaster me shaking with joy excitement and Thorn feeling ill. Damn that wretched crab. We decided to try a less-sickening wooden coaster without all the over and under loops. Thorn felt even more ill and requested we leave. Me being the sympathetic, understanding girlfriend, I unhappily agreed.
Unable to remember where we parked we spent half an hour searching the scorching parking lot. Finally we climbed in to the vehicle and departed having spent nearly a hundred dollars to ride 2 roller coasters and leave feeling sick and disappointed.
"My birthdays usually suck" I mumbled,
"I resent that! I put a lot of effort into today trying to do everything you wanted to do for your birthday." He was right; he had gone to great lengths to make this day special. I apologized and told him how truly grateful I was for his attempt.
On the ride back home we got lost. Feeling more and more upset about the tragedy that was my birthday, we finally arrived home. My boyfriend picked up his laptop and started playing poker. With a "that's it?" sigh I went to wash away the disappointment in a nice hot bubble bath, and laid in bed to sulk.
In came Thorn with a bag and a glowing ice cream cake teasing, "you thought you weren't getting any cake or presents didn't you?" Tears turning to a big doofy grin I nodded excitedly, making a wish I blew out my candles and tore into the bag: A very expensive, delicious smelling, Jean Paul GAULTIER perfume (my boyfriends favorite) and a $50.00 gift certificate to Victoria's Secret. Pouncing out of bed and my depression I smothered him with kisses. We ate some amazing cake and confessed our love to each other. A horrible day turned into a wonderful, romantic, surreal night, and for the last 6 hours I had the best birthday ever!
THE END!!!
Special thanks to my darling boyfriend who will go through hell and high-water despite being tired and nauseous just to make me happy. I love and appreciate you so much!!! *MUAH*
My boyfriend and I woke up at 1:30pm, got ready and jumped in the car to go to 6 flags magic mountain. Thorn having had worked the nightshift both days before my birthday had a fairly noticeable bad attitude, but was trying his best to make my day special despite his irritability.
We saw an Outback restaurant and decided to stop and eat. I was in the mood for crab, but remembering the cardinal rule "never eat seafood at a steak house" made me tentative to order. That was until our waitress reassured me that the crab was one of the best things on the menu (meaning the most expensive IE bigger tip). The plate arrived and was awful! Thorn tried one leg and I picked at another. Noticing my unhappiness, the waitress asked if I would like to try something else, I got the crab-cake appetizer, something I knew to be safe and delicious.
We finished, and traveled the few extra blocks to the amusement park I had chosen to spend my birthday at. It was a beautiful hot day with a cooling breeze. We approached the ticket counter noticing everyone holding empty coke cans and giving them to the person who takes the money. When we asked the oriental teller about this curious behavior he replied "2 fo 1 wit coke can"
Thorn looked at me steaming "why didn't you bring a coke can?!!!!"
"I didn't know!!! It didn't say anything about this on the website!!!!" I replied.
Shoving his hand in his wallet he paid the $47 per person a whopping total of $94. Feelings hurt and teary-eyed I entered the park with my grumbling boyfriend. Sensing my unhappiness he apologized, grabbed my hand and in a sweet playful manner we skipped to the first roller coaster. So much fun! Up and down, side to side, over and under!!! We exited the coaster me shaking with joy excitement and Thorn feeling ill. Damn that wretched crab. We decided to try a less-sickening wooden coaster without all the over and under loops. Thorn felt even more ill and requested we leave. Me being the sympathetic, understanding girlfriend, I unhappily agreed.
Unable to remember where we parked we spent half an hour searching the scorching parking lot. Finally we climbed in to the vehicle and departed having spent nearly a hundred dollars to ride 2 roller coasters and leave feeling sick and disappointed.
"My birthdays usually suck" I mumbled,
"I resent that! I put a lot of effort into today trying to do everything you wanted to do for your birthday." He was right; he had gone to great lengths to make this day special. I apologized and told him how truly grateful I was for his attempt.
On the ride back home we got lost. Feeling more and more upset about the tragedy that was my birthday, we finally arrived home. My boyfriend picked up his laptop and started playing poker. With a "that's it?" sigh I went to wash away the disappointment in a nice hot bubble bath, and laid in bed to sulk.
In came Thorn with a bag and a glowing ice cream cake teasing, "you thought you weren't getting any cake or presents didn't you?" Tears turning to a big doofy grin I nodded excitedly, making a wish I blew out my candles and tore into the bag: A very expensive, delicious smelling, Jean Paul GAULTIER perfume (my boyfriends favorite) and a $50.00 gift certificate to Victoria's Secret. Pouncing out of bed and my depression I smothered him with kisses. We ate some amazing cake and confessed our love to each other. A horrible day turned into a wonderful, romantic, surreal night, and for the last 6 hours I had the best birthday ever!
THE END!!!
Special thanks to my darling boyfriend who will go through hell and high-water despite being tired and nauseous just to make me happy. I love and appreciate you so much!!! *MUAH*
alli:
Happy belated B-Day!!!! 