Terra’s off visiting Scott, and they met up at Disneyworld in Florida for their third anniversary. I always think it’s funny how I barely hear from her when she’s visiting Scott, but I don’t by any means thinks that’s a bad thing, nor am I bothered by it–they’re in a long-distance marriage, she misses him, and he’s getting all her attention right now, as he should. Not to mention they’re in fucking Disney doing fun shit.
But of course, this did mean she needed a ride to the airport to get there, and after the complete disaster we had in getting her there the last time–traffic was so bad on my way to pick her up and then drop her off that she only just made it on time, and her flight was delayed, by some miracle–I decided not to even try my luck with the shitshow that is the parkway and opted to go whatever convoluted route my iPhone maps app decided to take me. I’m not at all convinced it was the best alternative and I had to pay $2 on the toll road to be on if for all of four miles, but it did get me there faster and I did discover a German restaurant on some back roads near work. Gonna have to venture out there some weekend to try it, because as I learned from Herwig’s in State College, small, family-owned German restaurants are the best. I love my Hofbrauhaus, don’t get me wrong, but it’s still a chain and chains do lack some authenticity.
Anyway, this time, we made it to the airport a full hour before, which was a huge improvement over last time. Terra also gave me my birthday present and bonus gifts for staying with her animals for part of the weekend.
So I went from work to Terra’s to the airport back to Terra’s, and being a Friday night, work again Saturday morning. Paul mentioned that one of the times he took her because I couldn’t, his mom said, “She’s giving you gas money, right?” And as much as I love being offered gas money for doing tons of driving in an evening, he and I agreed that–at least when we’re both in a position where we don’t need to be paid–although the offers are nice, actually accepting money from a friend for doing something nice to help them out feels wrong. She’s not medically allowed to drive and my schedule happens to work out well enough most of the time that I’m able to drive her to the airport. I don’t mind doing it. I think these are the types of things friends do. I do not think you should expect to be paid for them.
That said, I did get some bitchin’ homemade earrings and a ring.
Paul came over not too long after I got back from the airport trip. We went to dinner at the nearby Primanti’s, and then the animal-sitting began.
Her beagle, Lilly, is usually super excited to see me. Now, she was when I came back in for the night, but not so much when I first picked Terra up. In fact, she’s probably caught on that when I come over, Terra leaves, either for a few hours for a concert or for days on end.
I wasn’t thrilled about being out there and not being home, but in the end, I did enjoy it. Lilly and Jasper were fun, albeit mischievous–Lilly stole a nacho out of our Primanti’s takeout box, then plowed the cat, Jasper, over when he was in bed with me, effectively chasing him out and leaving just she and I in the bed. Terra told me she wasn’t sure where Lilly would sleep since I was the one with her, but it was like as soon as she figured out it was bedtime, she was all about cuddling in bed. And beagle cuddles are the best. Until they kick you and bark in their sleep.
Paul stayed up reading for a bit in the living room and got a nice startle from Jasper, who climbed in the windowsill and poked his head around the curtain when Paul didn’t know he was there. And when Paul did come to bed, Lilly got out and sat in front of the front door to go out. I know this not because she barked like a normal dog, but because I couldn’t fall back asleep and heard her pawing at the door.
I’d been keeping Terra updated on her fur babies, and she must’ve noticed I was on Facebook checking out her Disney pictures at 1 in the morning because I did get a message later apologizing if her “asshole dog” woke me up.
I did sleep like shit, though. Still had trouble falling back asleep, which I do a lot when I sleep away from home. I can sleep soundly at my parents’ place, I was able to do it at Paul’s before he moved in with me, and I can do it in hotels if I’m tired and my dad’s not snoring. So my 5:00 alarm sucked, and Jasper apparently doesn’t believe in snooze buttons–right after I hit it, he jumped in bed next to me and started licking me. I hate scratchy cat tongues, so I scratched his head to get him to stop and hoped he’d leave me alone throughout my snooze period, but nope. He laid across my chest and made sure I didn’t got back to sleep instead. Terra and her mom both later confirmed that yep, he knows when you’re supposed to be up and he will not let you sleep beyond that point, which is both a blessing and a curse for a chronic snoozer like me.
And then I learned that I can be at work in 40 minutes from Terra’s place early in the morning with no traffic, which meant I was way early. So I went to the new Dunkin Donuts, ultimately putting too much caffeine in my body, which just made me feel jittery rather than awake. But at least it was delicious.
Paul stayed with the animals Saturday, and the biggest mischievous mishap was Jasper managing to knock over his food and eating it. He’s supposed to be on a diet, and when Terra’s mom came over in the evening to relieve us of our duties, she specifically asked if he’d been fed because he likes to pretend he hasn’t been to get more food out of people. Lilly may have stolen a nacho, but Jasper’s apparently the one you really need to keep your eye on.
But with that, I packed up and headed off to my parents’ house to prepare for a brief trip to visit my grandfather for the rest of the weekend.