Heh. Heh heh. Hehehehehehehe….

The story starts here:          Communication
and continues here:             His female friends

I’ll just briefly mention that T has stopped talking during the music and I’ve been enjoying her company. We are managing to stay neutral in N’s melodrama and enjoy her company. This update is about B…

The next time we saw B after the phone call and email mentioned in Communication, was at a concert in a nearby city. She had to fly down for it or was there on business, which defeated my purpose when I chose to go to that city instead of her city to see this band. OH well.

We stayed in a hotel. She had a room. We shared a room with our male friend H, who is a delight to travel with. (He came to our elopement in Vegas and ran one of the cameras (still or video.) He drove 8 hours to do it.)

The three of us wanted to go eat food and then hang out in the parking lot at the concert. Yes, we’re talking the (no longer Grateful) Dead. B wanted to delay at the hotel and get a burrito to go somewhere, to take to the show, because she was not hungry. She continued to express this preference for 20 minutes and we all caved and then she said “oh but you have veto power”. I said “I told you what I wanted 20 minutes ago, so whatever. I’ll just keep eating these chips, here.”

We had some videos on some hard drive and she insisted they hook them up to her computer in her room. After about 10 minutes of boys futzing with wires, I said to her “you knew it would be like this, right?” she said “no.” I said “Oh I guess I know it because I’ve ever touched technology before.” she said “I call Gomer my neighbor and he always fixes it in five minutes.”

I just stared at her. She said “oh… I guess I should call him then” I just nodded. They finally got it hooked up, we watched 3 minutes and then left.

We found a burrito place.  It was after all Los Angeles. We went inside and sat down. The three of us decided to get our food to stay. She ordered hers to go. There was no A/C and she kept fanning herself but we refused to leave. I even put on my outer shirt just to piss her off, but I was comfortable.

We arrived at the parking lot. She wanted to get in line. We had assigned seats so the three of us wanted to do the parking lot. We figured out that she thought she would get the water she had and the burrito inside. We assured her there was no freaking way. We parted ways.

Later I saw her with a hot dog and found out she got to the door and found out she could not get the stuff in. Did she get out of line (still plenty of time) and eat it? No, she threw it away.

So we did everything she insisted on and she still didn’t get what she wanted. It totally made my day, seriously.

Earlier, when we were going out to buy the chips, she made us wait while she not only reported, but waited to see if the hotel was going to fix, a problem with her room. The problem? Her toilet seat was loose. I doublechecked on our toilet when we got back. You hand screw the plastic nut to tighten the toilet seat, just like on the one at home. I wonder if she calls her friend Gomer for that too.

Oh and I forgot to mention… she ironed her shirt, to go to a Dead show.

We recently went to our yearly campout and B was there. This trip was even more satisfying to my evil heart, but I think I’ll put it in another entry.