Yeah, I know, it sounds weird. But would it be anything else with 2 of the people that know me best and love confusing me? Nahhhh. I'm actually pretty embarrassed that I didn't notice that something was up (sooner than at the last minute).
Now for the crazy story that was my pre-23 weekend. I think I'll go through Friday first though, just for the sake of chronological order. Work was a little wacky - our printing machine broke down for a few hours, we had the tech guy come and repair it while, in the mean time, my mom (who has Fridays off) brought Diana and me Subway for lunch and then left about 2o minutes later, only to be followed by 2 guys from my boss's band that we ended up talking to while trying to get our work done. Finally, for the grand finale.... (drum roll) I hear what sounds like the running of the bulls making its way down the stairs, and a few seconds later, Lori barges in with a cake, and Jeff and Allison come in behind her. If that's not enough, now there are 7 people in the room (not including myself), and they all start singing "Happy Birthday" to me! I think my face turned a very bright shade of red at that point. Sometimes they're sweet enough to make up for annoying me. Sometimes.
Now moving on to the weekend. Went to my aunt's on Saturday afternoon for a mini party, stayed at her house for about 2.5 hours, then finally went with her and my mom to visit my memere's grave in Exeter. Then back home to finish getting ready before a rather insane night with Bob and Kevin. Left here around 7, went to Friendly's in Swansea for ice cream (yum-ilicious!) and then back to Fall River for a tickle-Bob-until-he-can't-take-it-anymore fest! And, most naturally, being slightly freaked out by the reminder of how bizarre they are together. Yes, still, after 3 years of experience with their disturbing friendship. Sweet Lord.
Yet, after all that, Sunday was the award-winning day.
I wake up, get ready, and in my morning stupor, walk out of Bob's back room to the living room where there's a computer. After realizing that I wasn't hungry, I turn around to go back to the room I just came out of, when I happen to see an IM from my dearest Sunshine! So I think to myself, "Cool, they're keeping in touch," and pass it off as normal and mostly not suspicious. I suppose I should note that this is in spite the fact that Bob had previously told me that he was bringing me to northern MA, "in or around Lowell," and roomie's in southeastern NH. Then, a while later, Bob gets a text message from "his friend, Lou." Okay. But he walks away to respond to it. Hmm. Even after this, I'm still not that curious.
About an hour or so later, we're in his car heading up to this top secret location, and his phone rings. It's Jackie, saying that she tried calling me but that I didn't answer (my phone can be selective with the calls it lets me take), so she asks Bob to tell me to call her back. At this point, I'm wondering about all this Jackie contact in one day. It's very uncommon. But I think I was just trying to convince myself that it couldn't be, only because roomie is usually busybusybusy and has no extra time to do these things nowadays. Apparently, I did a great job of it.
So, in our lovely conversation, I had asked what she was up to, and she said that she was headed home from work, but that she just wanted to wish me a happy birthday and hoped that I was doing well. Okay, that's sweet, Jac. Thank you.
"Now Chrissi, where are you going in Lowell?"
"I have no idea... I don't even know why we're going to Lowell!"
"Are you going to a farm? Milk the cows, maybe?"
"Jackie, are there even farms in Lowell?!"
"I don't know!"
Roomie's weird. Anyway.
We continue on our journey, and then he pulls into some rest area to "ask someone for directions to make sure we're going to the right part of the city." Uh-huh. Riiiiight. So, I'm sitting in the car, at a rest stop, in Lowell, and I have no freaking clue why. Now, as I'm looking out the window, I see through the corner of my eye, someone walking toward the car that isn't Bob and has a bright pink object. Now who could this be?
Oh, hi Jac-- what?! JACKIE?!?!?!? AHHHHH! IT'S ROOMIE, IT'S ROOMIE! I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN 4 MONTHS! :hugs:
And I really need to be more suspicious of these plotting people, who then told me some nutty story about how I should know where we're going because of some place we walked by when we were in college, but I found out that none of it was relevant when we ended up going into some random Dollar Tree store for no reason, and then back out to Jackie's car.
Then we went to IHOP. One of our favorite destinations from the AssCo days. I love pancakes. And Massachusetts. Oh, and maybe Jackie and Bob.
But just a little.
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