vacation update

the vacation thus far has been uneventful, though given the stress-escape nature of the trip, that's not a bad thing. thursday night i arrived (on time!) with a headache, exhausted, and a bit wired-- i took what i thought was half a valium before the flight, and as we were taking off and i was willing it to kick in so i could fall asleep, it hit me-- IDIOTA! i didn't have any valium! i only had ADDERAL!! i suppose it could've been worse-- there's a viagra floating around in my happy pill bottle, too... on the way home from the airport, i met ee's cousin, who also happens to be her chiropractor, because she had a stiff neck... then there was the obligatory grocery stop, because ee usually only has wheat grass and blueberries in her fridge-- thank goodness i was awake enough then to remember that. finally home, i got the grand tour, and went to lay down for "a minute" to get rid of my headache... next thing i knew, it was 1am. oops! seems i missed the big night at the juice bar, and all the friends she invited out to meet me. well, i didn't entirely miss all of them... after making a snack & realizing my net access didn't work, i went to ask ee for a password so i could use her computer, and [edited til i get her permission to tattle!]... friday began with the craptastical phone call from my landlady, and went on to include a bizarre threatening phone call for ee and ridiculous technical difficulties for me... we didn't make any plans for friday or saturday-- OH work for me fri and a previous commitment for her on sat-- but we did end up at the beach at sunrise, courtesy of her "ex" bf. i was half drunk (partly an attempt to get to sleep, partly pure entertainment and stress relief) and had been engaging in a bit of drunk dialing, as well as drunk TMing, and was working on a drunk email to someone i really shouldn't... when the boy showed up & said let's go, i hit send without reading it to see if it even made *drunk* sense. today's verdict: no, it did not. best i can tell, i was trying to convince my biker boy psuedo-obsession that he's a figment of my imagination. which, in most of the ways that matter, he IS... but he doesn't need to know that *I* know that. somewhere in the middle of all that, i watched a DVD copy of a video recording of a crazy weekend we spent outside pittsburgh a while back, in which our favorite musician was somehow convinced to come play a show in ee's back yard. it was a real doozy of a weekend, and it was great fun watching it and reminiscing (and drunk dialing the people who appear in it, natch), but this is the same musician that i was listening to a live recording of the night i threw P out of my bed... the same guy i used to fly, drive, ride hundreds of miles to see... whose live show clearly makes me want to ACT... so if the worst thing i did after watching it drunk was screw things up with a guy i only see once a year, i probably came out ahead. on deck for sunday: hanging out at a farmer's market on the beach (darn juice bar is apparently closed on the weekends...?), and then karaoke with some lesbians. hmm...