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Saturday......It's around mindnight, and dad and I were watching a movie together.
Out of the blue he says "You need to go to our ward tomorrow."
I reply, "I was going to go to church with Nick tomorrow."
He says, "You need to go to our ward tomorrow. It's the first day back at the old building."
I say, "I was going to take Nick some Thanksgiving leftovers tomorrow."
Dad didn't say anything after that. He either chose to ignore me, like he does, or he was so absorbed in the movie he's seen millions of times that he didn't hear me.
My vote is on the first one.
Sunday......8:00am. I wake up..late, mind you, and start getting ready so I can leave for Nick's apartment. Dad was already awake. He saw me come and go from my room several times, and he didn't say anything.
I left the house fifteen minutes later, told Aunt Janice I was leaving, and practically had to run down the street (to Chatfield) so I wouldn't miss the bus.
I get there around ten minutes early. Early meaning around ten minutes before the bus schedule said the bus was going to be there. Anyway, along comes 8:28am, the time the bus is supposed to be there. No bus. I figured, "Hey, it must be running a few minutes late. No big deal."
9:00 rolls around, and still there's no bus. My feet were frozen. I was stupid and decided to wear flipflops. I didnt think I'd be out in the cold for more than ten, fifteen minutes tops.
I looked up from my knees, and what do I see? My dad's van, with Chris behind the wheel and Dad in the passenger seat, on their way to King Sooper's to drop Chris off at work. Chris waved. Dad just acted like he didn't even see me there with my neon orange hunting beanie on. As soon as they could they turned and away they drove.
About five minutes later I see dad, driving the van back home. Didn't stop. Didn't even look at me.
I understand the not stopping to offer a ride while taking him to work, but on the way back? I was shivering. I had lost all feeling in my feet, and the battery in my mp3 player had died. People were staring and gawking at me like they had never seen a girl sitting frozen to a bus bench before.
I was pissed. The bus hadn't come on time, people were staring at me, my dad ignored me, I was frozen.....The only thing I could do to let out my anger (other than screaming at the top of my lungs) was cry. Not those silent tears where people think (for celebrities, atleast) "She looks good when she cries." Nope. This crying was the kind where your face gets all distorted, your shoulders/body shakes. My body was already shaking from the shivering I was so damned cold. I thought I was going to fall off the bench.
The bus finally came at 9:28. From there it was to the Lightrail, where I didn't have to wait at all, then from the lightrail to another bus that was already there when I got off. I had to wait again, though, when I got to Evans and Monaco, but only for a couple minutes. Just long enough for me to lose all feeling in my feet again. They warmed up again on the ride down Monaco, then promptly froze...again....while walking from the bus stop to Nick's apartment. As soon as I got there I peeled off my flipflops and crawled under the covers with him.
Well, needless to say he woke up when he felt my frozen body against him.
I asked him how he slept and he said..and I quote..."Good, until a popsicle crawled into bed with me."
It made me smile.
Being with him made my crappy day better.
So..we went to church today.
I actually paid attention (mostly) and took (some) notes in preperation for dad's question "So what'd they talk about in Sacrament meeting today?"
We didnt go to sunday school because Nick was talking to his bishop. I don't even remember what about.
We went driving around some trying to find some Army surplus store where someone said that Nick could get some good boots, but we couldn't find it so we went home.
We watched the last bit of Van Helsing, cruised through the special features, then put in Resident Evil....followed by Resident Evil: Apocalypse.
Right as the second movie was starting..at 6:30pm, dad called.
He said, "It's time to come home."
Me, "It's only 6:30."
Him, "I'm not going to wait all night for you to come home"
Me, "I was going to come home after this movie was over..."
Him, "You need to be at the light rail station no later than 9:00. I'm not going to wait all night for you."
Me, "Okay...."
Then we said our "goodbye's" and hung up.
Well if that didn't put me in a sour mood again I don't know what did.
In the car on the way home he said, "Why'd you sneak out this morning?"
Me, "I didn't sneak out this morning."
Him, "I told you to go to our ward today, and you didn't."
Me, "I told you last night that I was going to Nick's to take him leftovers and go to church with him. We even went today."
Him, "Last night I didn't say you could go."
Me, "You didn't say I couldn't either. You said that I should go to our ward, I said I was going to Nick's, and you didn't say anything else."
Him, "I did, too. I said you should go because it was the first day back in the old building."
Me, thinking, "Whoop-dee-freakin'-doo."
Him, not even a second later, "When are you going to get a job?"
Me, "I'll go looking more tomorrow."
Him, "Where are you going to go?"
Me, "I'll go to Kohl's, Albertson's, and EB Games if I have to."
Him, "If you go to Kohl's they'll most likely hire you on the spot. It's the holiday season."
Me, "Okay...."
And nothing was said after that.
He didn't even ask the question he asked every time...."What'd they talk about in church?"
Anyway, I called Nick when I got home...well, about half an hour after I got home, I was busy venting to my aunt. He had to call his brother and he called me back after that.
He asked me something during that second phone call.
I'm not going to put it here, because I know how all of you will react.
I'm not ready to tell anyone yet, either.
 Angel of Ice · Mon Nov 28, 2005 @ 06:13am · 0 Comments |
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