Blog Challenge, Day 3. Plus more.

This is gonna be a long one.

Last night Darren and I joined several friends at First Avenue for Too Much Love, their Saturday night dance party. Our friend Tim is moving to Chicago tomorrow, and he wanted one more night of dancing before he left. Cover is only $3, so why not, right? Well, drinks at First Ave are expensive, so that part sucks a little. Also the music they play isn’t, like, Lady Gaga and other awesome danceable tunes. It’s just DJ-house-music type stuff, which means that you really need some drinks in you before you feel like dancing to it. Well, that’s how I felt anyway. But it was a silly good time. I don’t get to dance with Darren very often and that’s just too bad. We’ll have to make this a more regular event.

We danced until bar time, then several of us went to Mickey’s Diner (the second location, not the dining car) for 3 am breakfast. Got home, walked the dog, and crashed around 4:30. Was very aware of the fact that we spent way more money than we should have, considering our car needs to be taken in again. Oh well.

And now for the blog challenge writing.

Part 1: Write about your day in great detail.

Going to bed so late meant sleeping until after noon. I got up once at about 10 this morning to brush my teeth, drink some water, and walk Enli. Then I went back to bed until almost 1:00.

I got up, put on some clothes, and decided to make a big breakfast even though I’d just had one. I made hashbrowns, bacon, and eggs (scrambled for me, fried for Darren). I washed the dishes, then ate my breakfast while perusing the internet. Drank some milk, washed my plate, then decided it was time to start laundry.

I do laundry like a college student, because we live in an apartment and have to pay to use the machines. A week’s worth of dirty clothes fits in the washing machine perfectly – at least for me. Darren’s clothes sometimes take two loads. Throw ’em in, wash ’em on cold. While my clothes were washing, I started to blog. I just got up to rotate them, and now I’m going to finish blogging.

After this, I’ll probably watch Netflix. Parks and Rec, I suppose. Eventually the laundry will get done and I’ll put my clothes away. The dog will need walking again at some point – she’s asleep right now – but I imagine I’ll make Darren do that.  Dinner time will come, and I have a feeling we’re going to be lazy and have pizza.

I’ll probably shower around 9:30, and make Darren walk Enli one more time before bed. Bedtime will be no later than 11:30, possibly earlier if I want to read before I sleep, and I will not be able to decide whether or not I want to wake up early and go to the gym before work.

Part 2: Your idea of the perfect first date.

I’m never very good at answering these sorts of questions, mostly because I don’t really have a specific answer for them, so I’m just going to write about my first date with Darren.

It was September 30, 2007. We had met for the second time two nights previously, at a mutual friend’s party (that’s another story in itself). He called me either the morning of our date, or the day before. I don’t recall.

Anyway, I met him at the Mall of America and we went to see Rush Hour 3. We laughed and laughed. Then we went to Johnny Rocket’s for a late lunch. We were very disappointed that the little tabletop jukebox was just for show.

After lunch we headed over to IKEA to wander around for a bit, and so I could purchase a frame for a poster.

We drove back to my house to drop off the frame, and we hung out for a little while before Darren had to head home.

We didn’t even kiss. But it was clearly a very nice time, because we kept seeing each other and then three years later we got married. Hooray!


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