Yes, people, my life has gotten desperate. I went to Terre Haute for some peace and quiet.
I decided early in the week I needed some 'away' time from Indy but, quite frankly, didn't know where I wanted to go. I knew La Porte was out, because there is a level of madness present there that I would not get any peace and quiet and probably a lengthy inpatient stay at the mental hospital after the weekend was over. Seeing as I am hoarding my vacation/sick days like a squirrel in fall, I had to rethink the weekend.
Asked the Mean Girls if they were interested. No response. K, they aren't interested.
Sister is in Vegas. Other friends are busy. Not going to La Porte.
This leaves .... drum roll please ... Terre Haute.
My aunt, uncle and cousin live there. Terre Haute is a backwater burg of nothingness couched by interstate but you can get to darn near anything in town in ten minutes. Seeing as I was tired of waiting in traffic, waiting in line and in general waiting, it seemed appropriate. I knew I was just going for Friday night (one can only do so much time in Terre Haute, unless you are locked up in the federal pen) ... I wasn't sure what I was doing Saturday, but a phone call from JD (see Friday's post) offered a date on Saturday night. Interesting. A man that calls back. WTF?
So anyhoo, I head over to Terre Haute for a quick night away. I love to stay at my cousin's house. One, it is cozy. Two, every creature comfort is available and three, it's not my house so I don't have to: do laundry, clean, iron, and other bullshit activities I would talk myself into doing if I were at home. At Cousin's house I can just chill.
Friday night we had some yummy chicken & noodles and a wonderful sausage/potato soup with a hearty bread. Then we headed to Kohl's where I purchased the living crap out of organizational stuff. (yes, my OCD is on high alert currently with the 'spring cleaning' season approaching) We headed back to her house, unloaded her purchases and we talked 'til about ten then I headed into the guestroom to read. It was heaven. Nick called about 10 to firm up plans for Saturday night and we talked for a little over an hour. I cashed out around midnight.
Woke up early, stumbled around and finally found the living room. I parked my happy self onto a recliner, grabbed a stack of magazines and started reading. I was in the happy zone. The only thing that may have made me happier at that point might have been a nice houseboy making me breakfast but I digress. Cousin got up around 8 and we talked about what we were doing that day. We decided that there was much shopping to do for the new paint/bed linen project I have been working on for my bedroom. It will be a blue-green with a large chocolate brown stripe painted around the room. Found the bedding I *love* and made a note of its location, bought some accessories and picked up paint chips at Lowe's.
Had a GodAwful lunch at this place called Mulligans. Never again. Not even if I am reduced to eating dirt. No.
Returned to Indy 'round 4, unloaded the car, chilled. JD was to be here at 7:30 for dinner (Bravo) then a movie (Juno).
He texts ... he'll be about a half hour late. That's fine, I am reading a magazine, am ready, just relaxing a bit. I ran the sweeper before he came (good first impressions and all that) and picked up the little bit of stuff that was around. Looked acceptable, IMHO.
We went to Bravo, declined the hour wait time there and he drove us to Goodfellas, a place on Olio Road near Geist. Very good, worthy. I had the baked ziti and it was fabulous.
By this time we aren't going to make the movie, so he drives me back home. I invite him in for a beverage .... we laugh, talk, joke. We share family stories, dating nightmares and discussions about people we work with ...
And suffice to say, it was a very good second date. ;)
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