Evening.

I’m home from another long, arduous day of work. I should have been home an hour and a half ago, but I had to work late because I’ve been so behind. Work has been insanely busy lately, and I haven’t been able to leave on time in more than a month.

At least I didn’t work through my lunch break today! I probably should have, but I didn’t because I accidentally left my phone at home this morning and, feeling totally naked without it, decided to drive home to pick it up.

I park my car next to the bike rental place. It’s twenty to seven and the fifteen minute parking restriction which lifts at seven and doesn’t resume until 8 am is almost over, so I feel comfortable leaving it there. I cross the street and walk past the cute British guy who is usually squatting alone on the steps to the building smoking a cigarette, but today is posing for a picture with an unknown girl and a brand new, tiny baby in a car seat. I’m assuming it’s his and that the woman unknown woman standing with him is his girlfriend or wife. I smile as I walk by but don’t say hello, because the other unknown woman who is  taking the picture is mid-sentence. I’m not sure what she said because I wasn’t listening.

I unlock my door and say hello to my hysterical cat who is eying me intently from the entertainment center where he stands, screeching and screaming for me to feed him. Every day, he always does the same thing.

I can always count on him.

I have no idea what I’m going to do this evening. I’m hungry but have no groceries in my house (I’m exaggerating… ‘I have no groceries that I feel like cooking with’ would be more correct). I’m totally broke so I can’t order in (I get paid in a 2 days… I’ll be fine). I’m tired. I’m crabby.

I cannot wait for the weekend!! We’re doing our annual trip to the Renaissance Festival for The Feast of Fantasy! This will be my fourth year going with Dave and his friends, but this year things are going to be a little bit different.

Every year that we’ve gone (and apparently for three years prior to that, even) it’s been Chris and Angela (the two that we went to Jamaica with), Nick and Jackie, and whomever else. This year, however, Nick and Jackie aren’t going. They broke up, Nick is in jail (serving time for growing pot… it’s a long story and the whole situation is ridiculous), and apparently Chris and Nick (who have been the closest of best friends since they were in high school) aren’t talking. Dave and I have a few theories about what is going on, but after receiving a few hints from others we’ve come to the conclusion that Angela may or may not have been sleeping with Nick behind Chris’ back.

I know, the drama is killing me too.

Before you make any assumptions, though, understand that Chris and Angela and Nick and Jackie used to have group sex every now and again… so the idea that Nick and Angela were sleeping together wouldn’t be much of a stretch.

I’m hoping to get more information after the feast. Dave and Chris will talk and he’ll tell Dave what’s been going on.

It’s going to be weird not having Nick and Jackie there. In their place, however, Meg and Dan will be joining, along with Alex (who went last year) and his new girlfriend.

I’m sure that we’ll have a good time. We always have a good time. Last year was an especially good time (I don’t think that I even wrote about it, which is a total shame).

Arrggghh I need to find food. I’m out.