The Weekend: was quiet. Rehearsal, dinner with a friend, the usual. On Sunday morning Ricky and I decided to have a little adventure out in Fremont. We went to Roxie's diner for brunch and then out to the Fremont market for knick-knack hunting. Ricky started to feel nauseous, so we cut our adventure short. He kept assuring me he was okay, but we got home and he promptly threw up. I mentioned earlier that I hate vomit. I have an honest-to-God, have seen a therapist for two extended periods of time in my life, phobia. So this was not fun. We both needed a nap to recover.
V-Day: Was also quiet. For the third year in a row we went to Zeeks Pizza, and then saw the King's Speech. We like to keep our Valentine's day simple because our anniversary is February 25th. So we do the big fancy stuff when the restaurants are a little less crowded. It was fun and relaxing, and when we arrived home, we found this little note taped to our door:
I stuck it on our kitchen bulletin board for all to see, because it makes me so happy. It's from Jo, the friend who got me the new job, and her boyfriend Chris. Drunk stalking is the best.
Okay. This has been more than ten minutes. I HAVE TO GO.
More on the new job tomorrow!