Too long it has been since last update there was...
Or something along those lines...
-= Halloween Weekend - Friday =-
Hit the movie Saw 2 on opening night... Great movie btw...
Lines suck...
-= Halloween Weekend - Saturday =-
Much fun was had, went to a 'real' Irish pub deep in Phoenix called the Dubliner. Drank many beers and ate some great food... The best part was the music. A man by the name of Tony Cummins was playing that night. (His last night in the valley to be precise)
There is nothing better at an Irish pub then someone that sings some Irish drinking songs... And just in case you didn't know, if you don't sing along and he catches you... Well prepare to do some chugging while everyone else in the bar waits on you...
Yes it was great...
Borrowed a chick named Sarah glasses for a quick photo op...
-= Sunday =-
I woke up entirely too early after drinking entirely too much beer, to make my weekly trip down to my sisters bagel/deli shop. Made sure to stop and kidnap Paula on the way, since we hadn't spent any time together earlier in the week...
Breakfast was normal nothing to tell there
Dropped Paula off (she had packing to finish since she was moving later that night). Got home about 2pm-ish and I crashed...
Woke up about 8-9 pm to the phone ringing and headed 'back' over to Paula's to help move some more stuff to her new place then hung out watched some TV, (Grey's Anatomy isn't half bad btw) and headed home around midnight...
-= M - Th =-
Work, school, (talk on phone with the Paula), sleep... Repeat...
-= Friday =-
Friday rolls around, phone rings and then I find out I'm getting kidnapped myself...
Drinking again is the mission, camping is the sacrifice...
NOTE TO SELF: It's entirely too cold in November to go camping up in northern Arizona... BRRRRRRRR!
So what so you do when it's cold and you're drunk, well throw fireworks into the camp fire of course...
-= Sunday =-
So now 2 weekends in a row I drank way too much beer... Swear this isn't a trend for me Call Paula up later that night after a nice hot shower and a long nap in a 'warm-soft-bed'... She's having a crappy day 
and nothing I can do to help... She's only been at her new place (with a new roomie) for a week now and things are looking down hill. We talk for a few hours, she's feeling better, so I head back to dream land, work comes in the morning...
-= Tuesday =-
My weeks are more or less the same. Working full time and taking almost 20 credit hours in a semester doesn't leave much time for anything in between the weekends. So as Tuesday rolls around I expect the norm... work, school, sleep... Little did I know Paula had different plans... I get home around 7:20-ish and I'm not even to the door when the phone rings...
Her:
Hi, you're going out with me right now...
Me:
Umm, Hi... Ok...
Turns out her roomie wants her to move out now, yes only 9 days after moving in, what kind of crap is that? On top of finding out earlier that day her grandpa has prostate cancer Talk about a shitty day...
So I head over to her side of town pick her up and we wander down the TGIFridays for happy hour appetizers and some drinks...
Head back to her place around midnight; head inside to hang out some more... And what do we end up doing?
We talk, just talk... FOR 5 HOURS STRAIGHT...
Now I've never done that with anyone I've had such an attraction too. We talked and laughed and had a great time... I mean we've been going out(not officially dating, but hanging out together) for a couple weeks and we both just seem to want to take things slow... Perfectly fine by me, but I couldn't resist the urge, so I grabbed her hands and gave her a nice little hand massage until she was about to pass out.. Then I continued on her sore little feet... It was intimate, yet almost like something best friends would do...
It was by far, the best night I've ever had...
-= Wednesday =-
So you do the math, Tuesday, back at Paula at midnight, 5 hours of talking, about 45 minute drive home... Leave for work at 7... Ya, 45 or so minutes of SLEEP! I was soooo tired, but soooo energized from the amazing night I had. Head to school and Paula calls me right after I get there... She's stressing and still upset from her shit filled day on Tues... We talk for a few, she ended up already finding a new apartment... A great find, but it's even further away from me... No biggie... I'd drive hundreds of miles just to see her...
Head home, not even there 10 minutes before sleep takes me...
-= Thursday =-
Much of the same as Wednesday... But I did get to watch a little tv before I passed out...
-= Friday (Today) =-
And here we are... No school today cause of Veteran's day or something... I'm thinking sushi tonight with the madre... Paula works until midnight so most likely won't talk to her until tomorrow sometime... I'll live... (I keep telling myself hehe)
Or something along those lines...
-= Halloween Weekend - Friday =-
Hit the movie Saw 2 on opening night... Great movie btw...
Lines suck...
-= Halloween Weekend - Saturday =-
Much fun was had, went to a 'real' Irish pub deep in Phoenix called the Dubliner. Drank many beers and ate some great food... The best part was the music. A man by the name of Tony Cummins was playing that night. (His last night in the valley to be precise)
There is nothing better at an Irish pub then someone that sings some Irish drinking songs... And just in case you didn't know, if you don't sing along and he catches you... Well prepare to do some chugging while everyone else in the bar waits on you...
Yes it was great...
Borrowed a chick named Sarah glasses for a quick photo op...
-= Sunday =-
I woke up entirely too early after drinking entirely too much beer, to make my weekly trip down to my sisters bagel/deli shop. Made sure to stop and kidnap Paula on the way, since we hadn't spent any time together earlier in the week...
Breakfast was normal nothing to tell there
Dropped Paula off (she had packing to finish since she was moving later that night). Got home about 2pm-ish and I crashed...
Woke up about 8-9 pm to the phone ringing and headed 'back' over to Paula's to help move some more stuff to her new place then hung out watched some TV, (Grey's Anatomy isn't half bad btw) and headed home around midnight...
-= M - Th =-
Work, school, (talk on phone with the Paula), sleep... Repeat...
-= Friday =-
Friday rolls around, phone rings and then I find out I'm getting kidnapped myself...
Drinking again is the mission, camping is the sacrifice...
NOTE TO SELF: It's entirely too cold in November to go camping up in northern Arizona... BRRRRRRRR!
So what so you do when it's cold and you're drunk, well throw fireworks into the camp fire of course...
-= Sunday =-
So now 2 weekends in a row I drank way too much beer... Swear this isn't a trend for me
Call Paula up later that night after a nice hot shower and a long nap in a 'warm-soft-bed'... She's having a crappy day and nothing I can do to help... She's only been at her new place (with a new roomie) for a week now and things are looking down hill. We talk for a few hours, she's feeling better, so I head back to dream land, work comes in the morning...
-= Tuesday =-
My weeks are more or less the same. Working full time and taking almost 20 credit hours in a semester doesn't leave much time for anything in between the weekends. So as Tuesday rolls around I expect the norm... work, school, sleep... Little did I know Paula had different plans... I get home around 7:20-ish and I'm not even to the door when the phone rings...
Her:
Hi, you're going out with me right now...
Me:
Umm, Hi... Ok...
Turns out her roomie wants her to move out now, yes only 9 days after moving in, what kind of crap is that? On top of finding out earlier that day her grandpa has prostate cancer
Talk about a shitty day...
So I head over to her side of town pick her up and we wander down the TGIFridays for happy hour appetizers and some drinks...
Head back to her place around midnight; head inside to hang out some more... And what do we end up doing?
We talk, just talk... FOR 5 HOURS STRAIGHT...
Now I've never done that with anyone I've had such an attraction too. We talked and laughed and had a great time... I mean we've been going out(not officially dating, but hanging out together) for a couple weeks and we both just seem to want to take things slow... Perfectly fine by me, but I couldn't resist the urge, so I grabbed her hands and gave her a nice little hand massage until she was about to pass out.. Then I continued on her sore little feet... It was intimate, yet almost like something best friends would do...
It was by far, the best night I've ever had...
-= Wednesday =-
So you do the math, Tuesday, back at Paula at midnight, 5 hours of talking, about 45 minute drive home... Leave for work at 7... Ya, 45 or so minutes of SLEEP! I was soooo tired, but soooo energized from the amazing night I had. Head to school and Paula calls me right after I get there... She's stressing and still upset from her shit filled day on Tues... We talk for a few, she ended up already finding a new apartment... A great find, but it's even further away from me... No biggie... I'd drive hundreds of miles just to see her...
Head home, not even there 10 minutes before sleep takes me...
-= Thursday =-
Much of the same as Wednesday... But I did get to watch a little tv before I passed out...
-= Friday (Today) =-
And here we are... No school today cause of Veteran's day or something... I'm thinking sushi tonight with the madre... Paula works until midnight so most likely won't talk to her until tomorrow sometime... I'll live... (I keep telling myself hehe)