Date: August 4th, 2010
August 4th was a rough day. Work was long and tiring. The weather was cloudy. I was pretty, well, lethargic. Turns out I wasn't the only one. Around 10AM I started getting texts from Justin about how rough his day was going too. I think there was some sort of weird, work being tiring mojo going around. I decided to offer Justin an evening in Ann Arbor, if he was willing to make the drive, figuring we'd watch some TV, relax and just not think about the rest of the day. That was the original plan, at least.
I talked to him toward the end of the day and realized that things were pretty genuinely unfantastic for him the whole day. I mean, mine was a little difficult, but I really love my job so even a "bad" day is just mediocre. Seems like the world just decided to see how much he could handle in one day though - so he had it a lot worse than I did. I figured there had to be a way to cheer him up.
Then it hit me - since he'd been such a good sport to go along on all my adventures for months on end - maybe I should make one of my adventures about him for a change. I hopped over to Plum Market - center for all the insanely extravagant and unnecessary touches one could ask for. Was the chicken raised outside of cages and allowed to watch Nick at Nite while their eggs were gathered? Fantastic. Give me a pound of drumsticks. How much -yaki is there in the teriyaki? Not enough, I say!
I picked up the aforementioned chicken, some brussels sprouts, and a sweet onion. Then I made a god-awful mess in my kitchen trying to prepare them. I kid. The chicken was a huge success. The sprouts and onion were passable. But the quality of the food wasn't the point, so much. See, since Justin and I dabble in dating (that's what I'm calling it now), the point was more to surprise him with a night about him so he didn't have to think about his day at work.
I thought about what would qualify as romantic to Justin. So I set up an episode of Futurama to play while we ate dinner. I know, I'm old fashioned, but its the little touches. It struck me as I was doing this that while I'd cooked for people, I hadn't really presented a meal to someone before. I mean, I cooked all the time when my ex-boyfriend lived here - but never as a treat or a present. It was more of an... expectation.
So we sat there, watching TV and relaxing, as I expected... and I thought about how lovely it was to spend an evening in for a change. I love this project, but I've started to forget about the simple joy of relaxing in my own home and basking in the familiar. I wonder if I'll fall back into routine when the year is up. I rather hope not, but only time will tell.
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