alright. miss sharon's going to work on the reblog issue soon. with that said, its time to talk weekend. many of you know i was stoked to see shayna's dads new car (the mercedes clk-320, as it turned it out, it only had a six-cylinder in it, more on that later). i did indeed get the opportunity to ride in it, but lets start at the beginning of the whole weekend.
throughout the week my anxiety had been building up to the point of torture. friday morning though it didn't seem like that big of a deal. i woke up (with no cat there :)) and got everything done i needed to. got to the airport WAY early. since my bag was a carryon it only took me about 20 min through security and to get my boarding pass. flight there wasn't too bad. typical kc-dallas, you get off the ground, get up to use the restroom, and then you're there. unfortunately, shayna was in terminal a and i was in c, so i had to wait to see her. i only had to wait about 25 min for her et al to show up. when she did there was the usual smile going from ear to ear on my face. got to her dads house, which is very nice by the way, and it turned out to be just like meeting anyone else. introduced ourselves to each other, shook hands, went on about our business. met her brothers, neat kids, showed me the house, very nice. moving right along to the party. barbara was obviously VERY surprised. so after all the party goers come out of the closets we start mingling, or as shayna will tell you, showing me off. after telling several HUNDRED people how we met, we come to find out one of her parents' very good friends is a huge dmb fan, as well as her sons. talk about good conversation piece. we probably spent at least 45 min talking about them. her dad hired a saxophone player, i kept saying it was the saxophonist from the doobie brothers, except this guy could sing. heh. then the dj. i tried my damnedest to dance, but i knew it was no good. total chandler dancing, after all, i AM WHITE...very, very white. this is the part where it gets fuzzy because *i* don't think i was that drunk, but according to shayna, i was talking "goofy." ironically, when i was telling andrea about this last night on the way home, she said the same thing. like i start talking about meaningless things. i disagree about me being drunk, but shayna, who had 3 or 4 glasses of wine, uh huh, thats enough to zonk her out, says otherwise. whatever. i had a good time and the food was the bomb diggity. good salmon. good asparagus. good beef. good POTATOES, and we all know how i LUV me some mashed po-tatoes. okay, we can move on to saturday. not as much happened that day.
saturday we woke up, had some coffee. her dad was going to run up to walgreens and drop off the cameras. next thing i hear "john, you wearing shoes?" eh? "john if you want to take a ride go get your shoes." of course i ran to get the shoes then about halfway downstairs it hit me "oh my god. he's taking me ALONE in the car." can you say anxiety attack? car took backseat (hahaha) and that jumped out at me. i was waiting for the inevitable questions "where do you see yourself in ten years? what is it exactly YOU want with my daughter?" nope. none of that. we talked about the car. he asked me if i was a huge dmb fan too. heh. "yeah, as a matter of fact thats how we met." yes, shayna that was all we talked about you. since i survived that we went to cody's little league game. i missed the triple he hit as i was using facilities. the funniest part was when shayna leaned over to me and whispered "do they wear cups?" "at my age we didn't but i don't know if they do now," was my response. after the game shayna and i went to california pizza kitchen, i'd never been there. good bbq (of course :)) pizza. she had kung pao pasta or something like that, then we topped it off with some apple crisp which was delicious. then we went shopping. not as bad as i had anticipated. matter of fact, she behaved herself splendidly. most have heard the story about the mr. potato head pj bottoms. when buying them it didn't seem like that big of a deal. when it came time to wear them....sheesh...how the hell did i wind up in this jam. however, according to barbara, i scored points with la familia. well, i GUESS it was worth it... anyway. for dinner we had chicken quesadilla. very good. ended up renting bridget jones diary. i can't say if it was any good or not, because i fell asleep and had to practically be carried to bed. cody slept in mom&dads room again.
sunday, very quiet. woke up and had a great breakfast and some coffee. just hung around the house, went for a walk, said goodbye to everyone then it was off to codys game again. i like that kid, he reminds me a lot of myself at that age. that says a lot. anyway. then off to the airport. we thought since we both had 3:50 flights our gates were only 4 apart (we checked aa.com in the morning). we got there and shayna realized she misread her schedule and was on a 5:30 flight, which meant she was in terminal a. boo! i tried to get a later flight so i could wait with her but it was already overbooked. boo again! so we waited and it came time for me to board my plane. total. movie. moment. i was at the gate, turned around, and mouthed "i love you" to her and i could tell she was about to burst into tears. i started walking down the tunnel and it hit me about halfway down. thats the part i hate the most of all. is when i have to say "i'll see you soon," but its never soon enough. the whole flight back i was trying to hold back by thinking to myself 'only 24 days til i get to see her again.' of course today its 23. yes, shayna-countdown has begun.
well, i think thats about it. got pics developed last night. probably be scanned tonight. i'll have them up tomorrow if i do them tonight. look for them then. all in all, a terrific weekend. i left some stuff out, but its probably better that way. if not, go to shaynas blog. she probably has it there.
