I just sent an email off to Nick which, well, there’s a good chance it might get blocked from him reading it because the censors who read it before him may think I’m clinically insane and that it will worry him. But hey, worth a shot.
This morning was just a typical Friday. Aloha Friday here in Hawaii where everyone dresses down and you get to smile more not only knowing it’s Friday but it’s “Aloha Friday.” The true meaning hasn’t been described to me but I like to think of it as a mini holiday once a week.
Traffic today was typical Friday traffic- much worse than any other day this week. But I saw a guy giving the shaka (See My Pieces of Hawaii section if you don’t know what that it- promise it’s not the finger)to someone briefly while inching along- it kind of made my day a little. Especially because only days before I witnessed two different people giving the finger to two different cars within five minutes of each other. (Okay I was one of the cars on the receiving end. I instantly tried to recall if I had done that to someone before and felt horrified and swore it would never happen again. Hey, it’s not my fault the lane was closed and I had to get in front of him. Oh Lord I do sound crazy today.) Meaning of this little rant? It made me happy to see someone giving a “happy” symbol instead of such a mean one. Wait..does that sound dirty..?
I was supposed to go over a friend’s house tonight and spend some girl time but just got myself way too stressed about all this and still hadn’t made any food to bring, didn’t know if I could handle going to the hectic grocery store at 4pm on a Friday, and KNEW traffic was NOT going to happen with me at this moment. I did not know if I could give lots of shakas.
Then the website I went to immediately pay our overdue bill was not so user-friendly. Fortunately I was able to call and talk to someone and make sure we didn’t get any late charges due to them not having the right address anyway. But I also tried to get our interest rate dropped down- apparently it’s some law that if you go on deployment, all credit card rates and I guess certain loans drop down to SUPER low interest rates. Well, this company apparently needs orders. Which I’m pretty sure we don’t have- not ones saying when and where he is deployed since it’s essentially top secret. Sigh. Now his CO has to write an email from the boat for me to pass to the credit card company. And I subsequently have a headache and believe I will be indulging in pizza, champagne, and Twinkies for the rest of my evening. Vanilla Rooibos Tea be damned- you weren’t cutting it.
You know I think today was destined to not be great. It all actually started last night.
Now, what you should know about Nick- he is a zombie expert. We’re talking he would be the hero of a zombie movie. I mean he’s read books. Done research. Really. (I promise he is a cool guy.)
The bad thing? He didn’t make an appearance in my dreams last night.
So this friend and I try to blend in. But hey, I live in Hawaii. I have a tan. We didn’t blend well. The zombies were onto us. They attacked. They chased. I think they even went after my dog. I climbed some trees. I kept trying to get myself to wake up and I think I started to a few times but was so tired I immediately lapsed right back into the dream. The last thing I remember was a zombie pinning me to the ground and dripping its nasty, slobbery, virus-infected spit onto my face in an attempt to infect me.
Yeah, when you spend your night fighting off dead, rage-infected corpses how well do you think your day is going to go?? That’s what I thought.
Oh, look. A glass of bubbly. Good night!