I’m ecstatic that Dean’s away this weekend for a bachelor party. I wish he would go away more.
We are around each other 24/7. Except for the 8 hours I’m away at work, we are always within yelling distance of each other. Ever since I gave up my gym membership, the only breaks apart are for Burning Man meetings and book club. That’s it. Not that we are enslaved to each other, but I can barely spend more than an hour at the library before he texts, asking when I’ll be home.
A few hours of uninterrupted reading time. That’s all I crave!
His plan was to leave Friday afternoon around 4pm. He’d be gone by the time I got home. But when I walked in after a long week at work to find him still at the house doing disgusting shots of yellow with a friend, I sulked, “When are you leaving?”
As soon as they were gone, I screamed FREEDOM and went on a cray-zay romp through Green Apple Bookstore. Oooh, Vonnegut, Murakami, Fitzgerald, Rand. Ahhh, Yosemite and Greece guides. They had to kick me out at 11:30pm closing time. I sighed, maybe I’ll come back tomorrow.