Nothing But You.
I booked it up to Harrisburg Saturday morning, Patrick & I went shopping for vintage furniture stuff, he took me to the California Cafe in Carlisle for dinner that night (that was a big “YAY!”), we had a good bit of ‘mmmmmm’ time. Sunday morning early afternoon he was to go to York to get a cd player installed in his car, and apparently he’d asked me if I wanted to sleep or go along, but I couldn’t quite comprehend it in my semi-conscious state, heh, so I ended up hanging out there plundering his music while he was in York. Sunday night was a Sushi Party at this Scott guy’s place, very cool, even if I was feeling overly anti-social that night, but everyone else was tired too so I guess it was alright. I was feeling a bit sick before the Sushi, so I’m not blaming that, heh.
I was approximately two hours late getting there on Saturday, but it worked out fine anyway because he’d not even woke up by the time I finally left Chambersburg, lol. I did a bit of a banal heterosexual (i.e. traditional) Valentine’s Day thing and got him a heart-shaped tin of Mrs. Fields chocolates, but hey, they were good. :) He helped reinforce my being perceived as a lush (lol), by getting me a set of ‘Swerve’ martini glasses (I’d always wanted a set, but never managed to actually buy them, though I almost did several times) and a set of really cool ‘bottle label’ shot glasses. Later on Saturday he also bought me a cocktail shaker that coordinates with the bar set/ice bucket that David & Louise had bought me for my birthday.
Monday morning, after a bit of late night style quick organization, I left Patrick’s and headed to York to pick up Jon. From what I gathered his weekend was, erm, considerably less spectacular than mine, and, well… I wanted to do whatever I could within the boundaries of our respective relationships to make it a bit better. We picked up some mushroom & black olive pizza & Barq’s rootbeer on the way home and mac-geeked-out for the rest of the day down in my lounge area. Since I was rather in a hurry Saturday morning I’d not made my bed or otherwise tidied up like I usually would (even though part of me suspected I might be seeing him); when I went downstairs several minutes after him, I found him making the bed, hehe, that was sweet. Of course, now that I think about it, he made the bed after he’d spent the night here back in January too.
The last time he and I had gone to IKEA I picked up, quite randomly, an artificial rose, which seemed like a good idea at the time… and apparently I hid it well enough that he didn’t notice I’d bought it, even then he’d probably not have expected it was for him anyway. Needless to say I didn’t give it to him that night, mostly because our plans had changed and I totally forgot about it between Philly & York. There was also a small question of it being appropriate too of course, but I figure it’s all about intent, and my intent was what I consider ‘boyfriend-safe’ anyway. So I finally did give him the rose on Monday, Happy Valentine’s Day, only slightly late, heh. He seemed genuinely thrilled, quite unlike the last time I gave a boy a rose (and a real one at that)… so in my small way I think I did good.
Anyway, more to come when I’m feeling less decrepit. I did have the best Valentine’s Day of my life though. :)