Sucky Sunday

Okay, so not every Sunday sucks. In fact, most of them don’t. This one just does for me, and its not Sunday’s fault.

My world is an exciting place right now. My guess is that I just can’t handle it. Maybe like a kid in a candy store metaphor. Too much to do and I can’t seem to get enough or have enough energy to do a lot of it anyway.

Picture this, if you are brave…

Beautiful beach. Holiday weekend. Live music. Awesome, no AWESOME weather. I got up to watch the sun rise. Then I walked the to beach and listened to the waves crash against the shore. It was cold, but so exhilarating. I came back to the room and sat out on the balcony to read while waiting for the rest of the world to come alive here. I am hungry, I am walking out for McDonalds since its around the corner. Two of my neighbors convince me that Mickey Dees is not acceptable. The treat me to breakfast from a deli that is, well Mickey Dees was NOT acceptable. Okay, so I was exhausted walking the 1/2 mile to the place, and the 1/2 mile back (funny how you forget that there is ‘the walk back’ part) but it was worth it and heaven knows it was nice seeing the area.

Neanderthal man decides to wake around noon. We end up driving to get a few groceries and some other things. We come back, walk the board walk to grab some tees and some hoodies. Get back to the room, he throws back a few beers and watches tv. I sit outside reading my book. He falls asleep. I get invited to a party next door – this place is 4 stories tall and has a view to die for – so I go ahead and go. I’m there for about 15 minutes and feel the need to come back.

Neanderthal man isn’t happy. I try to get him to walk on the beach with me.

me: "Are we going to walk on the beach today? You know, put our feet in the Atlantic, together?"

him: "Yeah, let me finish this" (cigar – big ugly, stinks like hell kind, okay they all stink…).

me: Standing, then sitting, then making coffee, then reading, then seeing what he’s doing…

him: watching the ballgame.

Okay, so I get it. I am not allowed to be happy unless he’s with me and being happy too. Only problem is that he isn’t happy so I’m miserable. People say I am an inert piece of mass. They have yet to meet Neanderthal Man.

Sorry for the sucky post. Its just been a sucky day and it isn’t over yet. I am, however, not going to let him ruin such a beautiful place for me. Sorry Charlie, I am not doing this or playing these stupid games anymore.