I Can Take It

Meghan has the greatest way of waking people up. I mean, really. What she does is simply push her finger into your shoulder while staring at you like you're some sort of dead body. Does the trick, I must say. Since that day was supposed to be my "birthday", she gave me my gift, and I absolutely love it. The gift was an extremely nice bread-oil set, and I can't wait to start using it in my new house. Mmm, bread and oil and vinegar. Mmm.

Scott arrived around 10:30 in the A.M., and my god was I happy to see him. I hope I didn't make Meghan too uncomfortable; we did a lot of making out in her apartment. Soon after he arrived we were off to the library to photocopy my tattoo design out of The Hobbit. After what turned out to be a pseudo adventure that ranged across not one, but two libraries, we finally made it to the tattoo parlour where Smaug made a permanent home on my lower back. Pain-wise it was duable, though some parts hurt like a mother fucker. I know Meghan is calling me a sissy 'cuz apparently her tattoo didn't hurt at all, but, according to the tattoo artist, the lower back is one of the more painful spots to put a tattoo. And I will stand by that statement.

I'm really, really happy with the out-come of my tattoo, and will probably post a picture of it on this blogger. It rules. The end. Wait--epilogue: Scott also really likes it, which makes me happy. I find it a huge turn on knowing that the tattoo is there.

The time spent with Scott and Meghan was simply awesome. Lot's of laughs were had, and I was just really happy to be back in Scott's company. I'm really tired right now and want to sleep, so the rest of the update will be in point form which will consist of random events that happened up to tonight.

• Scott wanted to eat because he was oh-so-starving, but ended up only eating less than half of his food. He went on and on about how hungry he was, so naturally we made fun of this fact. This is probably a "had to be there" point, but I don't care.
• When Meghan says she is having a ten-minute shower, don't believe her for one second. Scott and I were on the couch, and, well, let's just say she was in the bathroom for about five-minutes, tops.
• For a pre-birthday party, the plan was to get intoxicated at Eric's, which turned out to be a lot less intoxicating for everyone. I wanted to stay sober so I could still have sex that night.
• Had some mind-blowing sex. Not to gloat, but Scott is some sort of sex-god. Yes, I said "sex-god".
• I usually snuggle up close to Scott when sleeping, but there was some heavy-duty snoring on his part. This would add to his fears that he had tonsillitis (he was feeling crappy for a couple days now--tired, headache-y and the like). Don't worry, he didn't have tonsillitis; he has strep throat. And, as he put it, I have an insanely high chance of having it as well. Waking up with strep throat will be one hell-of-a birthday gift. Oh, it's my birthday now. Weee, 20.
• Received some awesome birthday gifts from Scott. He bought me a "Big Hunk" bar, which I thought was cute. He also included some Galaxy bars in bubble wrap because the last time he bought me Galaxy bars, they had all been crushed in his bag. I thought this was an awesomely sweet gesture. I also got a super-nice book, The Fabric of the Cosmos, from him which I cannot wait to start reading!
• Went to Meghan's for cartoons and an awesome breakfast. Also decided to stay in Kingston instead of going back to Peterborough with Scott because of his tonsillitis strep throat.
• Went to see The Bourne Supremacy, which was a pretty decent movie. It pretty much followed the same formula as the first movie, but it was enjoyable nevertheless. There we found out Scott paid to see Spice World in theaters. He's never living that down. Ever.
• Saw Scott off, knowing that there was to be no birthday sex, and that that had to wait until (hopefully) next week at the earliest. Sadly it was only a short visit this week, but it will have to suffice. Better than nothing.
• Goat-ed it up with Meghan, where we talked and talked and talked. Oh, and talked. There we went for dinner at the loudest fucking Pizza Hut restaurant on earth. There was a family of maybe 30, where the adults were more obnoxious than the kids. Fuck.
• Found ourselves at Lauren's, where more discussion took place.
• Found ourselves home, where Eric, Bernita and Eli showed up. We had found out at this point that Meghan and I might have strep throat as well (Scott informed us via e-mail), so we sort of black-balled the drinking that was to be taking place. Hopefully I'll be able to drink on my birthday. Correction: I will drinking on my birthday. Those fucking strep throat germs don't know who the hell they're messing with. They can go fuck themselves now.
• Went for a walk with Eric and Meghan, where more discussions took place.

That brings me up to date, and I believe these points don't do the time spent with everyone any justice. Oh well. I'll blame the fact that I'm tired. You don't think I can, eh? Just watch me.