Happy happy happy

Wow that was a heinously bad web chat. Why is it when my boss goes out of town everything goes wrong? I could write a hilarious blog about our web chats if I didn’t worry about getting dooced for making fun of a client.

I need a little time to decompress so I’ll write about my lovely night with B.

Yesterday I went to work early so I could leave early. After winding my way through construction (every single major highway in metro-Detroit is having work done, so there was no good way to get there) I made it to his house where his mom let me in because he was still sleeping (at 5pm). Jumped in bed, covered him with kisses and he gave me a bear hug that I didn’t care to get out of for the next hour.

That first deliriously happy moment of seeing each other again is what makes the whole tour completely worth it. We had both bought each other DVDs and he got me a George Dubya voodoo doll, which I kinda want to chop into little pieces and set on fire, but since it’s from B I probably won’t.

After a whole lot of cuddles we went to Ferndale so he could see my possible future house and then used my amazing sense of direction to almost get us lost on the way to dinner. We always end up with very awkward servers – you know, the ones that look incredibly uncomfortable, make too much or too little eye contact, get too close when they’re talking, mumble, and forget everything. Yeah…at least the food was great.

Back at B’s house he set up wii and showed his parents how to play. For some reason I’m an awesome wii bowler, but I’m horrible in real life – I can’t even break 100. Also, my tennis technique is pretty bad, but apparently entertaining to watch. I think his parents were impressed with my video game athletic skills.

I’m so incredibly happy to have him home.