This weekend was a fi-fi weekend. I got a whole three days with my man, thanks to Memorial Day being one of the few holidays the radio world gets. So as soon as my show ended on Friday, I was out the door and on the road.
My fiance was coming back from a cruise (yes, he went without me) and landed on base just a few minutes after I pulled up to the visitor’s center. Talk about perfect timing. Friday was full of stories about the trip with his friends. He also bought me a bath set made with real key limes from Key West. It smells delicious!
Saturday, we took our chances and went to see The Hangover: Part 3. The reviews on Rotten Tomatoes were awful, but after the first two we felt that we owed it to Phil, Stu, Doug, and Allan to hear the rest of their story. Although not hilarious, we were pleased with the closure.
This weekend I played my first round of 18 holes of golf. My fiance has a dream that one day I will be able to play with him competitively. What he fails to realize is that when that day comes he will have to lose a few and I’m not sure he’s ready for that. However, in the mean time I shot a 138 (despite being attacked by ants) and he posted a 90-something or other. I’m slowly realizing that my score is not terrible considering I haven’t played in two years and NEVER played before then. Golf also happens to be a sport I despised growing up for its boring nature. I promised the fiance I would try to see it as a relaxing challenge… If that’s even possible.
I also made my fiance take me to The Falls of Wichita Falls. Not spectacular to behold, but it was neat to see that the people of Niagra Falls had given the city of Wichita Falls a plaque on the day their falls were built. ‘Merica.
This weekend I also cooked for the fiance. I haven’t cooked for him since he moved there about nine months ago. I must be out of practice since I burned my arm on the stove. He has taken a liking to my green chile chicken enchilada casserole. We pigged out… For two days.
We revisited our tradition of eating at Cracker Barrel on the day of our parting. One of the waitresses called me “glamorous.” The humor comes in the fact that on the way to Cracker Barrel, my fiance asked me why I look so pretty all the time. It’s his way of giving me a compliment. That waitress gave him the answer he needed.
Surprisingly, I did not cry when I left him this time. I just felt a pit of emptiness for the 3.5 hour drive home. Nothing is worse in this life than not being with the ones you love. Seven months from now, we won’t have to do this anymore.
And no, I’m not anxious for that at all…