Hello my babies! Did everyone not living here on Fantasy Island enjoy their sumer? I'm sure we all would've loved it, if we'd had one. Two weeks of decent weather does not a "nice" summer make. Last year was amazing. This summer? Well.....it's Labour Day, let's do our best to remember the few and far between hot, sunny days as the promise of Fall rains looms before us. Maybe we'll be graced with an Indian Summer (is it still politically correct to call it that?). A few nice days isn't too much to ask is it?
All in all though, a few minor disappointments aside, it wasn't all that bad. The Cute Boy and I couldn't make the trip back east to visit his family and meet his grandson. I tried to make it up to him, probably failing miserably, but I did try. We travelled the Island a bit--TCB was seeing much of it for the first time. That was fun. Hanging out on the beach, basking in the blues on the patio at a great pub on a rare hot and very sunny day.....these were things that were fun. Rain was not fun. At all. It didn't allow HRG to worship the sun from her floaty thing. I may never get over it really.
And no. "The" question wasn't asked. At a party last nite, everyone kept referring to me as his wife. I know it's a generic term now for live-ins, but admittedly it stung a bit to hear it and know it'll never really be that way. It's something I have to learn to live with. The upside was the party was really fun. We laughed, saw friends, grazed from a fabulous buffet and enjoyed the general silliness of it all. Then the bottle of tequila emerged and HRG knew it was time to go. It's a restraining order thing. Tequila and HRG are never to be in the same room at the same time. Dangerous and very stupid things happen when the two are mixed. Tequila, triple sec and lime? Good Idea. Tequila, triple sec, lime and HRG? Bad Idea. Very Bad Idea.
Somewhere on this blog, some time long ago, I wrote that the road to hell was indeed paved with good intentions and that I wagered a fair bit were mine.
They are. All I wanted was to do something nice for people I really care about, to surprise them with something (or someone) that would bring sunshine into their grey worlds. Making sure it was doable was important--no need to get everyone's hopes up only for it not to happen after all. Schedules have to be juggled, holidays applied for (and approved), booking information needed--there were so many things just being talked about. The early stages of planning a surprise are usually such fun--it was nice to have something like this to look forward to.
Thing is, I made a fatal mistake. I allowed myself to get my hopes up. We all know what happens every time HRG gets her hopes up about something, don't we?
It doesn't happen.
I should've known better.
HRG
