Never Take A Day for Granted
Apparently my boyfriend has not adopted this mentality yet, he has been super stressed out about finding a new vehicle (since HE/river totaled his back in Chicago) and BUD/S is in its first few weeks, so his body is going through hell and he is learning a ton of new stuff, while trying to go through complete and udder chaos (which, like I have said before, he has a hard time doing two things at once).
He decides to take the train over on Friday night to come and see me for the weekend and so he can get away and try to relax. He calls me around 6:30pm telling me he just missed one train and the next does not come until around 8pm so he will be taking that one. I told him that was fine and that I was planning on going to DH’s play anyways (which is only about an hour and a half long), so that when DH’s play was over I could head towards the train station to pick him up.
DH’s play and The Secret Rose Theater’s whole musical act was great- very entertaining to watch. There were about six different mini-musicals that lasted between 10-15 minutes each, so that you never really had time to get bored and each mini musical had a different cast as well. When DH’s play came on (I believe it was the 2nd to last), I really enjoyed it, especially the younger of the two females (the older female was good too), she was very talented and believable the WHOLE show and when DH came out, he totally stole the scene (as he was supposed to) – it was great! There were probably two or three shows that I really enjoyed and the other three were not too bad either, but not my favorite.
As I am leaving DH’s show, I get a text from J… his train had broke down?!?! Wow! They were waiting on another train to tow them to the next station, so that they could then switch trains, delaying his arrival by two more hours. I headed home (having been in a great mood all day), stop at the grocery store for some ice cream (I feel like watching a movie and eating some ice cream while waiting for J to arrive) and while in line, some lady has WIC. She holds up the line for ten minutes… something that would usually annoy me, but since I have been in such a great mood, it doesn’t.
J texts me around 11:30 telling me his should be in around 12:30am. I leave my apartment around midnight, not knowing how long it will take me from my new apartment to get to Union Station. I arrive at Union Station around 12:25am, phew I am a few minutes early – the last thing I want to do is be late since he has already waited around enough. I find out around 12:40am that he still has about another 15 minutes before he will even be at Union Station (not his fault, he never knew the arrival time to begin with). So, instead of getting mad, I do not really care – nothing can ruin this great mood. He finally arrives and is happy to get into my car and go home.
He crashes out on my bed while I finish my movie.
This morning, we get up… he is kinda cranky. We shower and I make him breakfast (figuring he probably needs to eat, because much like me and everyone else I know, when you do not eat, you get cranky). He is happy (FINALLY) now that he has some food inside him. He checks out Jeeps on Craigslist, and finds a few he is interested in checking out, one which is in East Los Angeles (aka the Mexican ghetto). I agree to go with him to check it out, hoping to go to the beach afterwards, we even pack a bag.
After a half hour of traffic, we finally can get off the exit we need to head to East LA and we make our way through the Mexican ghetto. We finally find the house (which it is not listed in the front, because it is in the back?!) and J calls them to let them know we are here (he is already getting cranky again, urgh). We get out to check out the jeep, WOW… this guy thinks his jeep is worth $8,000 – I don’t think so. He doesn’t even have gas in it and has to send his brother to the gas station, WITH A JUICE PITCHER to fill up with gas, so that he can start his jeep (um, hasn’t he been showing it to other people like he had told us…?!) He tells J the things that are wrong with it and J calls him out on a few things that are important for it to have. Everything this guy is saying, including having to illegally register it sounds bad. We head out before they can even figure out how to put gas in the jeep (no funnel and the idiots are using a juice pitcher, not a gas can).
J is now in an even worse mood… after slightly taking it out on me, I just take us home (and skip the beach, the one thing I wanted to do today), while we both sit in silence… nothing is going to ruin my good mood. We get home and J is still in this horrible mood, so I decide to take a walk, and let him cool down for a bit. On my walk I talk to my mom and dad and two good friends- all helping me out, making me think about what is important and keeping my good mood going.
I just do not understand the point of being in a bad mood… even when I am in one, I cannot stay in it for long because being in a bad mood makes me mad. After seeing Bobby, after all these deaths these last few days (and honestly ever since moving back to LA) my outlook on things has changed. I want to cherish life and live stress free; I totally know that everything will all work out the way it needs to. I just wish J would do the same…
