Memorial Day Musings
So Memorial Day Weekend pretty much sucked ass, but thats OK. Its this upcoming weekend in Lake George with Elena and my family that really counts. Hopefully that will be amazing. So why did Memorial Day Weekend blow so hard? Very simple.
One, it rained like all fucking weekend long. It was ridiculuous. I heard it was supposed to be nice on Monday so at least we could enjoy the weather, eat outside, BBQ, all that fun stuff. But no. The weather on Monday was the worst. Pouring rain all day long. The dog hated it. He refused to poop all day, until the late afternoon, which is so unlike him. Despite the weather the get together at my house was fun. Seth came, as did Brett and his new girlfriend, who was really really nice by the way. I'm happy for him. The only crappy thing was that Elena couldn't make it. The reason why is reason two.
Two, Elena's grandfather died Friday night. So she had to spend most of Sunday and Monday at the wake. The funeral's today, and I'm about to head out the door for it. Trying to be a good boyfriend, even though I hate funerals, especially one's where there is a viewing of the body. Those are the worst. I hate looking at dead bodies. I wasn't even going to go today, but Elena asked me to be there, so I'm there, plain and simple. I think she's taking it a little harder than she thought she would, so I'll be the shoulder to cry on if she needs it. Its a big shoulder after all. And now the third and final reason the weekend was bad.
Three, My ex-girlfriend could not respect my wishes to not contact me and had to e-mail me the most juvenile, no class e-mail in the world Saturday night in response to my very nice, don't talk to me anymore, e-mail. And of course I couldn't let it go. I know I should have, every one told me to, but I had to shoot back. Then she shot back, so I shot back again, then she shot back, so I shot back one final time and said reply if you want, I'm just going to configure all my e-mail programs to immediately delete anything she sends me, and block her from my hotmail. So even if she does e-mail me, I'll never see it. Hopefully that does the trick, because I'm sick of that shit. She's all upset because I won't let her know how the dog is. Meanwhile, the dog has been, is, and will continue to be just fine, like I've said a billion time. End of story.
Getting close to leaving for funeral time. Not too psyched about it, but then again, who is. So, here's to hoping that this weekend will be better than the one that just passed, despite the fact that its with my family. Although it is a nice long weekend at a nice resort with my girlfriend. You fill in the rest. I'm out.
Current music - Coldplay "God Put A Smile Upon Your Face"