My birthday
weekend was full of laughs, tears, drama, and a lot of love. I will begin with
Thursday night. After I got out of class I went straight to *Scott’s house for
the weekend. I was excited when I arrived because I knew I was going to get my
birthday gift. He pulled out a pink Disney gift bag with all the princesses on
it. I opened it up to find an authentic Victor Cruz jersey. He plays football
for the NY Giants for those who don’t know. He wasn’t sure if I would be happy
with my gift but I am. I would have never purchased a jersey with my own money
and I have been talking about a getting one since last year before the Patriots
picked up my favorite player. Friday night I had a dinner with *Scott and
drinks with my sisters at a bar. I spent the day doing schoolwork and cleaning
so I was running late to meet *Scott. I caught a cab to his job and jumped out
before I noticed a text from him to stay in the cab. I didn’t realize that his
job is the worse area to catch a cab, so needless to say he was pissed off. 30
minutes later and a couple blocks walk we finally found a cab. (he is
correcting this story as I am writing it- he said he KNEW for a FACT I would
like the gift, he just wasn’t sure about the size) Then we hit major traffic,
which wasn’t there 30 minutes before hand when I jumped out the only cab in the
area. Of course me, being me, I got really upset because he was upset. When we
arrived to dinner it got worse. At the table I tried not to cry because he was
ruining my birthday in my opinion. Yes, I know I am a big baby. We ordered food
and started talking about something. He asked me what made me choose this restaurant.
I told him I liked the food and it is real nice. He interjected, “Looking at
this price, you had to have gone on a date here.” I told him I did not go on a
date. A friend from out of town came and I was the only person who didn’t have
a day job, so we had lunch there. He says, “well it was a date for him.” I
started to get so pissed off at that moment because I knew that it wasn’t a
date, and why would I bring him to a place that I had “special” memories if
that was the case. I told him that I wanted him to go home and I would just go
out alone. I added that I would also pay for this dinner, which was well over
$100 at that point. He got so pissed off once I said that. Yeah, I know. I
shouldn’t go tit for tat but, in my defense, it was my birthday and I do what I
WANTTTTT! Somehow we both calmed down when we came to the end of the meal. We
were trying to figure out who was going to finish off the last bit of the food.
I began playing games with him, which again, pissed him off, but he stayed calm
and it made me happy. He paid for dinner and we went for a long walk to Bloomingdales.
He showed me this jacket he has been dying to buy and I cracked jokes on him
the entire time. After a while I got a call from my sisters letting me know
that the finally made it to the bar.
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