Now that I've gotten some coffee in me and I've sat around for a bit I suppose I'm feeling a bit more talkative. Well, that or I'm terribly bored. The latter is more likely. Prepare for a massive wall of text.
So then, an extended recount of my vacation. As I mentioned in my previous entry this whole thing was meant to be a combination of Birthday and Valentine's Day gifts to one another and while for some that may not come across as the most romantic of choices it worked for both of us and that is all that mattered.
We left for Lincoln on Thursday afternoon, once Kat was doing with her classes for the week. The drive was uneventful for the most part, good music, conversation, I had coffee so I was happy, and up until the turn onto 77 South (which turns into North 56th Street leading into Lincoln) by Wahoo the weather was holding in our favor. I had read that we'd have a storm passing through on Thursday and Friday that would likely result in some snow but I didn't expect the kind of shit we ran into. Before we got to Ceresco it had started snowing and drifting, lightly but enough to put me on edge. By the time we hit the interstate and the shift from 77 South to North 56th street it was coming down so hard that you couldn't see two car lengths in front of you and enough accumulated to the point that you couldn't see any road markers or any of that shit. Opting for the closest point to stop we went to the house of Kat's friends, Dana and Shawna. I like the pair well enough, they're good people, and their house was closer than the hotel we would be staying at.
We hunkered down, visited for a bit and the weather continued to get worse. More snow, more blowing, accidents happening all over, people getting stuck, plows trying to clean the roads but there is only so much they can do. After sitting around and visiting for a few hours we decided to make a go at the hotel, a little place off Superior and North 27th. It ain't the nicest hotel but it ain't the worst in any event. Needless to say by the time we actually got there I was about ready to have a heart attack. Driving in that shit was horrifying, people in that down are fucking retarded when it comes to driving in poor weather.
We got checked in and proceeded to spend the evening sequestered within our room, which is actually the second room we got. The first room they wanted to give us was actually the room we stayed in when we were down for Dana and Shawna's son's birth. It would have been fine except for the following things I noticed upon entering:
1.) On the bed there was a small wrapper. The bed was made, the room was clean, and with the exception of this little piece of trash everything seemed in working order. I would have actually ignored it if it wasn't for the fact that when I first saw it I instantly realized it was a portion of a Trojan Condom wrapper.
Okay, not a big deal, people fuck in hotels all the time, I knew we would be, but I was slightly annoyed that there was a portion of a wrapper on a freshly made bed.
2.) When I went to the bathroom to take a piss, I turned on the light. The vent system automatically turns on when you hit the light. This one didn't. Looking over to the vent I realized that it had been pulled halfway out of the wall and wasn't working.
Okay, something they probably know about, unacceptable but I can be understanding.
3.) When I was unpacking my bags I stepped in something near the end table by the bed. Lo-and-behold on the floor there is a giant sticky stain that looks like a spot where someone threw up.
Clearly whoever had the room last had a hell of a night.
After seeing all that shit I instantly called the front desk and demanded a new room, which they very quickly did and apologized like crazy over the state of the first room.
Second room was much nicer, clean, no condom wrappers, working vent system, the works. I was happy, Kat was happy, so we called it good. Not wanting to go out again we decided to order a pizza for dinner. The guy we talked to on the phone (Papa John's) said that it'd take around two and a half hours due to the weather. Neither of us gave a shit, we weren't going out and we weren't exactly hungry right at that moment so we said have at it. While waiting for the pizza we decided to take a very long and hot shower which was followed by all sorts of steamy sexy time.
I actually had to pull my head out from between Kat's legs to answer the door when the pizza finally showed up. I know the delivery guy knew some shit was going down in the room, he had one of those smug knowing smirks that you only see when you realize someone was either fucking or well on their way and you're interrupting.
We ate some pizza, went back to fooling around and ended the night with a mini sex marathon before falling asleep.
Friday morning started out with more of the same, hot shower together, more sex, snuggles, and cuddles. Finally, around 2:00 in the afternoon we decided to venture out, heading over to daVinci's on Superior for lunch. It was actually pretty good, nice environment, friendly staff, all that. I'd eat there again. After we finished Kat convinced me we should go over to Dana and Shawna's for a bit.
Now let me stress something right now:
This was supposed to be a weekend for us. A weekend so that we could spend time together and so on. Not a weekend to visit people and so on. The reason I say this now will be clear enough shortly but for the time being just keep that in mind.
So we get back over to their house around 3:30 or something, Dana was still at work and Shawna was at home with Everett. We sat around and visited, Kat has such a love for babies that it scares me, so I'm sure for her it was a slice of heaven. For me? Not so much. As I said, I like Dana and Shawna but they aren't the reason I came down to Lincoln. Well, Shawna invites Kat to go out with her that evening, one of her co-workers was having a birthday party or some shit and Shawna was going and wanted Kat to tag along. I wasn't keen on this but I was told they'd only go for "an hour or two."
Whatever.
Dana got off work, made his way home and was in the company of a case of beer. Fine, I can sit around and keep Dana company, bullshit, drink beer, watch the kid while the gals go out for a while. They end up leaving at around 8:30 so I figured we'd be heading back to the hotel at about 11:00 at the latest.
Wrong.
By the time they got back we had killed the entire 30 pack of beer, I was out a pack and a half of cigarettes and pissed off as fuck. I'd go into detail on what me and Dana conversed about but for the most part it was rather uninteresting. The normal shit, music, movies, women, work, video games, the typical type of shit. By the time Kat and Shawna got back (which they sat in the driveway talking because apparently Shawna "needed" to talk for nearly forty minutes) I was essentially pissed off as hell and a bit drunk.
Once they made it back in we all sat around and talked for a short period before I essentially made Kat, who was beyond drunk, get in my car and we went back to the hotel. She knew I was pissed and I didn't give a shit. I actually went into the room, took a quick shower, and just went to bed. Now this is how mad I was (and immature honestly), I didn't say good night, I didn't give her a kiss or say I love you, just went to sleep with my back to her.
Now part of my anger was because an hour turned into over six, part of it was that she was going to get drug along to some fucking Baby Shower in the morning. So, by that point if you don't factor in sleeping time, I'd actually spent more time in the company of Dana and Shawna than I had with Kat. I was livid and she knew it. She went off to her baby shower that morning and made it back to the hotel around noon. I guess Shawna wanted her to do even more shit with her but Kat finally said no, she wanted to spend time with me which was a wise fucking call on her part because I was so pissed off that morning that I honestly thought about taking her shit over to Dana and Shawna's house and just driving back to Columbus on my own. I didn't do that obviously and I had more sense than to go through with it but the thought did cross my mind. I was just mad, hurt, all that shit. I had literally been looking forward to this trip for nearly a month after all.
We talked about it for a good long while when she got back and we made things okay, patched shit up, and made the best of our weekend. More cuddles, snuggles, showers, naps, and what not. We went to the mall, stopped at Victoria's Secret and got Kat some new panties, went to Euphoria, and what not. She actually had the gull to ask me later if we could go over to Dana and Shawna's, AGAIN, because they had some family in town that Kat wanted to see. I said I was fine with it, which I wasn't, but I want to see her happy despite my only desires, so we went back over for another hour and a half or whatever, which was about as fun as eating a gun for me. People I don't know, no one to talk to, just sitting awkwardly on the couch waiting for Kat to get done with her fucking shit so we could leave again, which we eventually did.
Went to Carlos' and Kelly's that evening for dinner, I drank too much and paid for it this morning. At that point when I was ordering drinks however I didn't give a shit. I was annoyed about going back over there again, blah, blah, blah. Figured I'd make an ass of myself and have fun doing it. I didn't actually make an ass of myself but I did drink way too many margaritas, which I must say is probably the gayest drink on earth. Good...but I never felt less like a man in my life.
In retrospect of all the things that went wrong this weekend the one thing I regret is being such a dick on Friday night and going to bed angry. I really do regret that but I don't have a time machine so I can't change anything. We're okay, and that is all that matters. I know I seem like I could be a dick or selfish but in all honesty, if this even makes sense, I just care about her so much that when I didn't get to spend every second of OUR weekend with her I almost lost my shit.
She makes me feel whole, I want to spend the rest of my life with her, and I guess when I didn't get the option to be at her side the entire time this weekend it hurt. Wish I wouldn't have acted the way I did but so it goes.
If you actually bothered to read all this shit, hopefully you found some entertainment value in it. I suppose more would find it entertaining if I just talked about the sex and shit rather than feelings and junk but maybe I'll save that for another entry. Not sure how reading "I went down on her for an hour and a half and made her cum so many times that she couldn't stand up when the pizza came" is any more entertaining. Well. Actually, yeah I can see why that would be more entertaining. Noted.
So then, an extended recount of my vacation. As I mentioned in my previous entry this whole thing was meant to be a combination of Birthday and Valentine's Day gifts to one another and while for some that may not come across as the most romantic of choices it worked for both of us and that is all that mattered.
We left for Lincoln on Thursday afternoon, once Kat was doing with her classes for the week. The drive was uneventful for the most part, good music, conversation, I had coffee so I was happy, and up until the turn onto 77 South (which turns into North 56th Street leading into Lincoln) by Wahoo the weather was holding in our favor. I had read that we'd have a storm passing through on Thursday and Friday that would likely result in some snow but I didn't expect the kind of shit we ran into. Before we got to Ceresco it had started snowing and drifting, lightly but enough to put me on edge. By the time we hit the interstate and the shift from 77 South to North 56th street it was coming down so hard that you couldn't see two car lengths in front of you and enough accumulated to the point that you couldn't see any road markers or any of that shit. Opting for the closest point to stop we went to the house of Kat's friends, Dana and Shawna. I like the pair well enough, they're good people, and their house was closer than the hotel we would be staying at.
We hunkered down, visited for a bit and the weather continued to get worse. More snow, more blowing, accidents happening all over, people getting stuck, plows trying to clean the roads but there is only so much they can do. After sitting around and visiting for a few hours we decided to make a go at the hotel, a little place off Superior and North 27th. It ain't the nicest hotel but it ain't the worst in any event. Needless to say by the time we actually got there I was about ready to have a heart attack. Driving in that shit was horrifying, people in that down are fucking retarded when it comes to driving in poor weather.
We got checked in and proceeded to spend the evening sequestered within our room, which is actually the second room we got. The first room they wanted to give us was actually the room we stayed in when we were down for Dana and Shawna's son's birth. It would have been fine except for the following things I noticed upon entering:
1.) On the bed there was a small wrapper. The bed was made, the room was clean, and with the exception of this little piece of trash everything seemed in working order. I would have actually ignored it if it wasn't for the fact that when I first saw it I instantly realized it was a portion of a Trojan Condom wrapper.
Okay, not a big deal, people fuck in hotels all the time, I knew we would be, but I was slightly annoyed that there was a portion of a wrapper on a freshly made bed.
2.) When I went to the bathroom to take a piss, I turned on the light. The vent system automatically turns on when you hit the light. This one didn't. Looking over to the vent I realized that it had been pulled halfway out of the wall and wasn't working.
Okay, something they probably know about, unacceptable but I can be understanding.
3.) When I was unpacking my bags I stepped in something near the end table by the bed. Lo-and-behold on the floor there is a giant sticky stain that looks like a spot where someone threw up.
Clearly whoever had the room last had a hell of a night.
After seeing all that shit I instantly called the front desk and demanded a new room, which they very quickly did and apologized like crazy over the state of the first room.
Second room was much nicer, clean, no condom wrappers, working vent system, the works. I was happy, Kat was happy, so we called it good. Not wanting to go out again we decided to order a pizza for dinner. The guy we talked to on the phone (Papa John's) said that it'd take around two and a half hours due to the weather. Neither of us gave a shit, we weren't going out and we weren't exactly hungry right at that moment so we said have at it. While waiting for the pizza we decided to take a very long and hot shower which was followed by all sorts of steamy sexy time.
I actually had to pull my head out from between Kat's legs to answer the door when the pizza finally showed up. I know the delivery guy knew some shit was going down in the room, he had one of those smug knowing smirks that you only see when you realize someone was either fucking or well on their way and you're interrupting.
We ate some pizza, went back to fooling around and ended the night with a mini sex marathon before falling asleep.
Friday morning started out with more of the same, hot shower together, more sex, snuggles, and cuddles. Finally, around 2:00 in the afternoon we decided to venture out, heading over to daVinci's on Superior for lunch. It was actually pretty good, nice environment, friendly staff, all that. I'd eat there again. After we finished Kat convinced me we should go over to Dana and Shawna's for a bit.
Now let me stress something right now:
This was supposed to be a weekend for us. A weekend so that we could spend time together and so on. Not a weekend to visit people and so on. The reason I say this now will be clear enough shortly but for the time being just keep that in mind.
So we get back over to their house around 3:30 or something, Dana was still at work and Shawna was at home with Everett. We sat around and visited, Kat has such a love for babies that it scares me, so I'm sure for her it was a slice of heaven. For me? Not so much. As I said, I like Dana and Shawna but they aren't the reason I came down to Lincoln. Well, Shawna invites Kat to go out with her that evening, one of her co-workers was having a birthday party or some shit and Shawna was going and wanted Kat to tag along. I wasn't keen on this but I was told they'd only go for "an hour or two."
Whatever.
Dana got off work, made his way home and was in the company of a case of beer. Fine, I can sit around and keep Dana company, bullshit, drink beer, watch the kid while the gals go out for a while. They end up leaving at around 8:30 so I figured we'd be heading back to the hotel at about 11:00 at the latest.
Wrong.
By the time they got back we had killed the entire 30 pack of beer, I was out a pack and a half of cigarettes and pissed off as fuck. I'd go into detail on what me and Dana conversed about but for the most part it was rather uninteresting. The normal shit, music, movies, women, work, video games, the typical type of shit. By the time Kat and Shawna got back (which they sat in the driveway talking because apparently Shawna "needed" to talk for nearly forty minutes) I was essentially pissed off as hell and a bit drunk.
Once they made it back in we all sat around and talked for a short period before I essentially made Kat, who was beyond drunk, get in my car and we went back to the hotel. She knew I was pissed and I didn't give a shit. I actually went into the room, took a quick shower, and just went to bed. Now this is how mad I was (and immature honestly), I didn't say good night, I didn't give her a kiss or say I love you, just went to sleep with my back to her.
Now part of my anger was because an hour turned into over six, part of it was that she was going to get drug along to some fucking Baby Shower in the morning. So, by that point if you don't factor in sleeping time, I'd actually spent more time in the company of Dana and Shawna than I had with Kat. I was livid and she knew it. She went off to her baby shower that morning and made it back to the hotel around noon. I guess Shawna wanted her to do even more shit with her but Kat finally said no, she wanted to spend time with me which was a wise fucking call on her part because I was so pissed off that morning that I honestly thought about taking her shit over to Dana and Shawna's house and just driving back to Columbus on my own. I didn't do that obviously and I had more sense than to go through with it but the thought did cross my mind. I was just mad, hurt, all that shit. I had literally been looking forward to this trip for nearly a month after all.
We talked about it for a good long while when she got back and we made things okay, patched shit up, and made the best of our weekend. More cuddles, snuggles, showers, naps, and what not. We went to the mall, stopped at Victoria's Secret and got Kat some new panties, went to Euphoria, and what not. She actually had the gull to ask me later if we could go over to Dana and Shawna's, AGAIN, because they had some family in town that Kat wanted to see. I said I was fine with it, which I wasn't, but I want to see her happy despite my only desires, so we went back over for another hour and a half or whatever, which was about as fun as eating a gun for me. People I don't know, no one to talk to, just sitting awkwardly on the couch waiting for Kat to get done with her fucking shit so we could leave again, which we eventually did.
Went to Carlos' and Kelly's that evening for dinner, I drank too much and paid for it this morning. At that point when I was ordering drinks however I didn't give a shit. I was annoyed about going back over there again, blah, blah, blah. Figured I'd make an ass of myself and have fun doing it. I didn't actually make an ass of myself but I did drink way too many margaritas, which I must say is probably the gayest drink on earth. Good...but I never felt less like a man in my life.
In retrospect of all the things that went wrong this weekend the one thing I regret is being such a dick on Friday night and going to bed angry. I really do regret that but I don't have a time machine so I can't change anything. We're okay, and that is all that matters. I know I seem like I could be a dick or selfish but in all honesty, if this even makes sense, I just care about her so much that when I didn't get to spend every second of OUR weekend with her I almost lost my shit.
She makes me feel whole, I want to spend the rest of my life with her, and I guess when I didn't get the option to be at her side the entire time this weekend it hurt. Wish I wouldn't have acted the way I did but so it goes.
If you actually bothered to read all this shit, hopefully you found some entertainment value in it. I suppose more would find it entertaining if I just talked about the sex and shit rather than feelings and junk but maybe I'll save that for another entry. Not sure how reading "I went down on her for an hour and a half and made her cum so many times that she couldn't stand up when the pizza came" is any more entertaining. Well. Actually, yeah I can see why that would be more entertaining. Noted.