Last night was supposed to be game night. We had all talked during the day about it. Eric wanted to see Spiderman, but I told him that I had already promised Paco that I would see it with him. I could have just gone to see it twice, but I really don’t even want to see it once… so no.
We had all planned on meeting at my house to watch American Idol and play games. I had volunteered to cook. I left work on time, but there was a stalled car on the SHOULDER of Mopac, so of course the traffic was backed up for miles.
What normally takes me about 35 minutes to get home, took me an hour. I didn’t have time to go to the store to buy food, or to cook, so I figured we’d order Korean from the place by my apartment.
Oh and on the way home I saw a really hot homeless guy at 360 and 2222. He looked just like a slimmer, white, straight Ricky Martin… with no legs and in a wheelchair.
I waited and waited for everyone to show up, and Tomas was the first to arrive (at 6:50)! I called my sister and she said she wasn’t coming because she had to work late. Yet, she never responded to any of the emails to say that.
We called Eric and he was somehow confused and thought we canceled game night or something, so he was just pulling into his driveway. So it was just Tomas and I. We went to get our Korean food and then went back to my place to watch American Idol.
I thought Blake did ok, but not nearly as good as he normally does. The judges always say not to cover Whitney, Mariah, and Celine because it’s too difficult and it’s hard to imagine anyone else singing those songs, and I feel the same way about the popular songs by the Bee Gees. Staying Alive will never sound as good being sung by someone else, so don’t even try it.
Blake also needs to go back to being blond. That black stuff is not working for him. His bad hair, combined with his performance this week, is putting him in jeapardy and I’m thinking he might be sent home next.
After the show, we worked on making a t-shirt design for Tomas. He wanted some shirt with Lindsay Lohan on it to compete with some shirt his cousin will be wearing that will have Paris Hilton on it. Kids these days!
So I threw something together really quick and came up with this. The Paris shirt his cousin will be wearing will say “It Girl”. This design I made is, of course, a play off of that and a crack on Lindsay being a cocaine addict (hence the key). I’m thinking that maybe I should have done the key as an exclamation with a mound of cocaine as the point.
Paco came home around 9ish and by then we were just about finished with the t-shirt. Tomas left and Paco and I watched some TV. He told me that his friend from Mexico called him this morning and will be coming to visit this weekend. Thanks for the notice!
So I guess we have plans this weekend to entertain.
Oh and so get this… Monday night I was feeling super lazy and didn’t want to cook, so I asked Paco to bring me home two spicy chicken sandwiches from work (McDonalds) because he was getting off at 8.
When he came home I sat on the trunk at the end of my bed and watched TV while I ate my sandwiches, and he ate his at the desk while checking his email. When I got up to throw my trash away I saw him at the desk eating a McFlurry. Hmmm… where’s mine? I looked in the bag and saw nothing but empty space.
I asked him where mine was and he said, in his broken English, “You only want spicy sandwich.” Um, AS IF I would turn down dessert. RUDE! So he offered me his McFlurry, which by this time was all melted and only had about 1/4 of a cup left… but you know I snatched it from his hand and ate it anyway.
So last night I messaged him and told him to bring me home a McFlurry. Did he? NO. That fool didn’t check his text messages and came home empty handed. When I asked him about my McFlurry he tried to play it off and said, “No. You need diet.” He’s lucky Tomas was there, or I would have had to give him a beat down.
I’m not asking for a McFlurry tonight, but if he comes home with one, he is totally forgiven.
