Three and a half day weekend... sort of
Welcome to Day 4/5 of post-breakup. I feel like I should handle this thing like Jason Lee's Banky referred to oral sex in Chasing Amy, with constant updates. Unfortunately, there isn't much to update. I'm still doing good, and I'm glad to report that the business transaction went off without a hitch yesterday. I pulled up, grabbed my stuff out of the box, left the envelope with the theatre tickets and my check, got back in my car and left. I didn't even stop the car. Granted I was really nervous the whole ride home. I just didn't want to run into anyone from her family, and I especially didn't want to run into Elena.
Its funny, but she didn't give the typical "let's still be friends line." Not that I care, because I think it would just be too weird to try to be friends with your ex, especially under the circumstances we broke up under. She didn't have enough time for me as a boyfriend, but she will as a friend? I don't think so. So I guess its good that never came up, and hopefully it won't.
Back to the title of the post. I'm at the start of a sort of three and a half day weekend. I basically had a half day today as I went out to Bridgehampton until about 1 PM, then went home (that's the reward for driving the hour plus out there, do what you went to do and go home, early!) I'm off tomorrow to run errands, like get my car services (5000 miles already, time for my first oil change, and the tape player is messed up, it just spits out my tape adapter jacked into my iPod), then the dog gets a much needed bath and nail trim. Saturday morning I have to go into work, but it shouldn't be too bad, and maybe, and I know this sounds sick, but even fun. Wow, I need my head examined for saying work could be fun, but it could be, who knows.
Alright, I'll shut up, but stay tuned for continuing developments in this breaking (break up) story.