Interrupted

My Life Thus Far
2016-11-12 08:26:04 (UTC)

Non-negotiable

There is no doubt in my mind. I will sleep very well tonight! Between work (it was crazy busy) and the evening I've had with Snookums (date night!) I'm ready to drift off, but not until I write. Writing is non-negotiable.

I barely said two words to dad today. He said good morning to me as I was leaving for work. I was equally as pleasant, but there was no time to discuss what happened last night. I was heading out the door for work. As far as I'm concerned we can just leave it at that. Water under the bridge. At some point I still want to talk to him about it, and reiterate in a more calm, level-headed fashion that he is not to bring up the subject of war again. Unless it's to tell me that he's done some research and understands where I'm coming from. He doesn't have to agree, but I'd like for him to at least entertain an idea outside of his own perspective. I don't think that's too much to ask.

I wasn't expecting it to be slow (it's a holiday and a Friday), but I also wasn't expecting it to be a $30,000 day. We killed it! Which was for the best, because I was not in the best place when I got there (mentally). The diversion was exactly what I needed.

As I was walking into work, a group of men walked passed me and one of them shouted at me "you are too fucking fine to not be smiling". Why do men feel the need to tell women to smile? It reminded me of my friend Kevin Tillman. A great activist and feminist who talks about topics like this. I really want to talk to him about it to see how he thinks I should respond. I really didn't know what to say, so I told him I didn't owe him anything and sorry, I'm married. But really I shouldn't have to tell I'm married to be left alone. My disinterest should be enough for him to accept that his attentions are unwanted.

Snookums and I went to a hip little brewery/bar/restaurant in Manette for date night. I didn't get off until 8pm, so I Googled places that stayed open late, and Der Blokken fit the bill. I had a hard cider, French fries and a pub salad with legitimately the BEST grilled portabella mushroom I've EVER had. It was amazing, combined with their in house citrus ale vinaigrette, it was very satisfying. Snookums was impressed as well. He was really feeling the atmosphere and the food was right up his alley. The only thing I regret about the evening is finding out how little Snookums tipped. The bartender/waiter was such a sweet guy, and helped us figure out what kind of beers we should try (since we're beer novices) and even brought us each a beer flight with 3 different varieties he thought we'd like. If I'd had cash on me I would have ran back in there to give it to him. But I didn't. I hate that Snookums is such a shitty tipper. He doesn't realize that for some tips are their primary income.

I gotta go... so sleepy. And I work another mid tomorrow. I know there will be no issues falling asleep tonight!




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