
Yesterday afternoon Billy and I both decided spur of the moment to try and get a sitter for the girls and go out. As luck would have it, our favorite sitter is back in town and was not busy last night so we were all set.
She came over around 5:30ish and I had dinner ready for her to feed the girls. She’s so great. The girls were happy to see her. She’s been gone to visit family in Florida for over a month. I love that she gets them all tucked in so when we come home, they are happily sleeping.
We went out to this Irish pub on the southwest side of town. It was very cool. The atmosphere is just gorgeous. The tables are beautiful and they have these upholstered benches which I have no idea how they keep them clean but the place was spotless. I have to say I really value cleanliness in a restaurant. It just makes me feel better about eating food someone else is going to cook.
The menu really didn’t have anything that appealed to me but I found a pasta primavera on the back and thought that wouldn’t be too horrible to eat. It was actually really good. It wasn’t swimming in a cream sauce either which I figured was a good sign.
I got ONE margarita and after I drank that I don’t know what happened but I felt sooo tipsy it wasn’t even funny. Billy was laughing at me!
Afterwards, we took the Parkway to the other side of town - even pulled over at an overlook and watched the sunset (how romantic, right?) Then we went out to the club on the lake. I was having a great time people watching and then dancing to the music the live band was playing and even got Billy to dance! *gasp!* He said he was high on his “love buzz”. Ha ha ha!
We were having such fun until I spotted an ex-friend out of the corner of my eye. An ex-friend that I had a lot of drama with in the past and would be happy to never lay my eyes on again. It’s a very small outdoor dance floor and it just ruined it for me being there around her so we didn’t stay long.
We were home relatively early but it was a great time. Well, a great time until I sat down this morning and wrote out all our bills. Ouch! Now I feel kind of guilty for spending money on our little adventure last night. I think we’re going to have to pay some this week and then wait a week to pay the rest. Ugh.
And then . . .
I didn’t sleep well and was up before the crack of dawn. I was having the craziest dream. A lot of the details are blurry but the part I remember the most vividly is this. I was sitting beside her (yeah, it was a HER in this dream) and we were just hanging out when she suddenly said something that necessitated her placing her hand on my thigh for emphasis. She finished what she was saying and then just let her hand linger on my upper thigh. It was odd but I liked it and I usually don’t like people to touch me. I’m a huge fan of personal space and unless I really like someone, I don’t want them within a few feet of that space.
A few seconds later in the dream, I felt her holding my right hand and kind of fingering my palm. (Doesn’t that sound dirty?). It was a bit odd but at the same time incredibly comfortable. When I looked up into her eyes, I wondered if she were going to kiss me. (Yeah, I have a huge kiss obsession! I know. It’s even taking over my sub-conscious. LOL) But then the dream diverged and I soon woke up. Damn! I really wish that dream had gone a bit further.
Oh and I’m *never* telling which of my friends this dream was about. If I do, it won’t ever happen. Ha ha! Didn’t you know that’s how it works?
