Crazy Weekend

If it weren't for David, my weekend wouldn't be crazy - it would be hell.

I started working at this place for which the name will not be exposed. I will only say that I get paid more than minimum wage plus lots of tips.

On a Saturday night, I was closing. The place closes late and I didn't leave the premises until around 2AM. I went home, aware that I was locked out. I rang the doorbell nonstop for 15 minutes, kicked the door and cursed out anger in the midst of my neighborhood. It echoed well. I would've called the house, but when you go back the the prior Thursday, I lost my cell phone. I had a plan B.

David's house was the plan. It took me 15 minutes to get there. I saw his house, and tapped on the window which I later found out was his brother's room. I whispered, "David! David!" - Nothing. I crept around the back, saw some light, and when I peaked through the window, I saw David...doing his homework...I tapped on the window, and then he opened the door. He was happy to see me. We conversed a little bit in his house, and I met his 27-year-old brother. I was half asleep when he walked me into his car. He drove around aimlessly throughout the surrounding areas and we then napped. He woke me up at 6AM and told me to borrow his phone, blanket and pillow and drive home in hopes that my strict parents would be awake. They were.

Notice it was Sunday. You have no idea how my parents lack sympathy for me of working all night and locked out of the house telling me to go to church. I refused. I slept from 7AM to 1:30PM. I had to already get ready for work at 3PM. The following night was a repeat except I was released early at 10PM. I immediately called David's house saying that I can return his phone. It was supposed to be a quick meeting, but it turned out to be longer. ANYways, to refrain from too much details, we just hung around the outside of his house...something like that. Oh, and we ate and he drove my car around for some odd reason.

After a bittersweet goodbye, I was on my way to my house without the use of a cell I decided not to take from David. I arrived at my house around 2AM again, like how it was 24 hours before that moment when I came banging on my house door, cursing anger in the midst of my neighborhood. It was a repeat of the night before. I thought the only way to wake my parents up was by calling the house phone, and my choice led me to meet David for his phone. I felt bad, so I went into the 24-hour Kroger, bought his favorite candy, Starburst Gummibursts, and then went into his house. I automatically handed him the huge pack of the gummies to him and asked for only his cell. I called my house, and what do you know? My mom answers.

He led me back to my car. It was raining this time, and he removed his sweater in the pouring rain to put on me as my cover. He had short sleeves, and basketball shorts on. I felt horrible. He's such a good boyfriend to me. He even told me to hold on to his cell this time.

I arrived home 15 minutes later and my mom already thinks I'm lying. She's 50% right. I was truthful yesterday that I got out of work around 2AM...but the night after that, I spent it with David. Just 20 minutes ago as I'm writing this, David called his cell, which is with me, to ask if I got home alright. You see, this weekend was so significant, that I had to write about it immediately.

I want to squeeze in an insignificant event:

During work last Saturday, I got finished working with one group and I was waiting for them to pay. This co-worker of mine came up to me with $50 in her hand telling me that my group told her to give me half, and the other half to her. I didn't believe her. She barely helped me with anything. I asked the guy who payed if what she said was true. All he said was, "The $50 tip is for the wonderful service." I didn't want to progress the conversation any further. I didn't want to sound rude. Oh well. Grr...the other $25 would have been good gas money.