Still no water. Unfucking believable. Every promise made has been broken, so I’m in the “I’ll believe it when I see it” mode. Ah well, deep breath and all that…
Spent the night at The Pub hotel last night. Prior to a shower and sleep (alright, something else between those two but I’m not going to go there because I’m a gentlemen and all that) this is was how I filled the day:
Did some walking, over 15,000 but less than 20,000.
Had a fight with Marissa.
Played some decent darts (our team won the match 13-0).
Had dinner at Mango’s Resort.
That would be the fish and chips…
Made up with Malissa. I was fully prepared to just cut her loose, but she is a pretty sweet gal. She is far from an ideal girlfriend. I don’t think it is in her nature to give me the type of relationship I desire. But in the end I just decided that at least for the time being I’ll try to appreciate her for who and what she is and not let what she is not bother me overmuch. We’ll see if I can live up to those words.
Better than eating alone, that’s for sure!
After dinner we headed out to Alaska bar for the weekly SOB dance competition.
I sat in judgment of these assembled dancers from the six competing bars.
Afterwards I booked the hotel room, took a shower, and hit the sheets. It was nice to have a smokin’ hot body sweet someone to sleep beside.
What’s gonna happen next?
Before: “Had a fight with Marissa.”
After: “Made up with Malissa.”
It may be time to cut back on the booze. Either you’re unintentionally banging two different women, or your memory’s being eroded by alcohol. Just make sure not to cry out “Malissa!” when you’re in medias res. Consonants can kill.
HaHa! Yes, I think I have that covered. Afterwards, MaRissa made the comment “I thought you weren’t religious?”. I told her I’m not. She said then why were you repeating “OH GOD! OH JESUS!” during sex?
We like to keep our lord and savior close during moments of passionate fluid exchange.