Pie Night!!! Oh, And A Huge, Head-Slammin' Fight

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Saturday – Got up early, laid in bed for a little while longer, and finally stopped fighting it and took Cisco out for a walk. Ken had a piece of toast for breakfast. I was going to have a can of beans or similar, but didn't want to have a full meal. We drove down to Target for some essentials. I was fairly surprised when Ken went to the 99 cent spot at the entrance, and put a couple of random items in the basket. A bunny-bag, some plastic eggs, and some spider-man stickers. I queried why he was getting them, and he didn't have an answer, so ended up putting them back. Cute guys were EVERYWHERE, but we spotted the first one in the face-care aisle. We can never seem to buy the same eye-cream twice. Not for lack of trying, but they either change the packaging significantly each time, or else change the actual product slightly. There was another gent swimming through label names, and we had a good laugh over never being able to find stuff. Upstairs, one of the workers actually checked us both out individually, and there were several hot gents walking around. We each paid for our individual items, and drove over to Ross. Ken wanted to get a new set of glasses, since a couple of ours have broken. I thought about getting some new jeans while I was there, but if I'm going to spend over $10 on a pair of jeans, I want them to be awesome. I did end up buying a shirt and some new socks, though, figuring that I'll need a dress shirt soon enough, and I could wear it on Monday. We drove up to Rite-Aid after that, so Ken could pick up a refill for his prescription. Talked about Ensure and allergy medicines while we waited. He was getting hungry again, so we drove over to Nature's Express, where we remembered that Kelly Clarkson tickets had gone on sale at 10 am. Ken called, and ended up getting some fairly stellar seats, but for significantly more than I had anticipated spending. I just tried to remember that someday, I won't care about spending $155 on concert tickets. I got an order of chicken tenders, and Ken got a chicken sammich and large fries. I don't really understand why he did that, since he ended up throwing half of them away last time, but it's his money. I did pick up several sauces from inside. We ate at home, and we were going to go regular grocery shopping, but Ken was very tired, and didn't have a complete shopping list. Cisco needed to be taken out, and I was very proud of myself for mentioning that I felt a large discrepancy in the frequency we each take him out, instead of just getting upset about it and stuffing it down. I took the opportunity to get cleaned up while he was out, figuring the nap might lead to sex. Leo and Dallas were there when I got out, but before he came back, and had texted him about going to Mo's. We were going to go, but I didn't really want to, had a bunch of work to be done on my brief, and was going to need to make my pie for Pie Night. I didn't get a whole lot done on my brief, but I got some of it done, and got my pie made. The strangest thing happened after I put it in the oven – there was about a cup of leftover batter, and I didn't eat it. WTF. The boys stopped for a Manhattan at Martini's, and were fairly tipsy when they got back. Ken was also really REALLY tired, but not cranky. They talked about how good my grunt smelled, and how tasty it looked. Meh. Drove over to The Jefferson's, and I got to help out with setting up the pies. There were only two savory vegan pies, and I only had one helping of each. I wasn't entirely unhappy about that, and explained, when everyone seemed amazed, that I'm trying to gorge less. Also explained that the biggest impediment I'm facing, unlike prior attempts, is not my desire to gorge, though it's there, but my reputation as a gorger. Also, unlike previous years, most of the pies didn't lend themselves to veganization. Took us longer than I'd have cared to get to dessert, but I just chatted with folks while we waited, so it was fine. Had one very very very small slice of each of the vegan ones, and then jetted home. Got there just in time, at almost exactly 9:45, and Ken had just woken up. We had a couple cocktails at home waiting for Leo, and then we all headed out to LL Bear. It was PACKED. The music wasn't bad, and we saw lots of people. We did a great job staying together, despite that, and managed to get some dancing in despite the crowd. Saw drunken Hank & Jonathan, saw Matt Tisdale, but we moved around too much for me to talk to them. Last I saw, Matt was making out with Hank. and Kevin, also Jim. We saw Matt & Tony, though not together and Matt was fucked up on drugs. We talked to Leo for a moment, who was having some Jesse drama, and then went back out to the front room. Things were just finally starting to thin out, and suddenly Ken was ready to go. I was talking to Michael Krusky at the time, and he mentioned how much he loved the link I posted, and completely got why I love it. Awesome. We collected Leo and headed home, and at Ken's behest, I popped onto Adam. Somehow, we started talking about the night before, and Ken criticizing me for arguing all the time, for trying to back him into a corner, for just listening to something to pounce on, instead of really listening to what he was saying. This blossomed into a HUGE argument, despite my every intention, and every attempt to mitigate. Ken screamed and threw soda in the kitchen at one point, because I wasn't listening, and another time, when I prefaced my comment with “I understand examples aren't really your thing, but they really help me understand. If you can furnish one, I'd appreciate it, if not is okay, too”, he slammed his head into the wall and condemned me again for being argumentative and demanding examples. He also kept telling me I was yelling at him, but I never raised my voice. I'd had two drinks – one when we got to Rich's, and one just before we left, so I was sober by this point. I'm pretty sure Ken sobered up at some point, but I'm not sure when. Towards the end of the argument, I thought about having a snack, but he was in front of the refrigerator door, so I couldn't get to the pie. He stated several times that he wasn't going to break up with me, but also stated that he couldn't do this anymore, and spent several minutes crouched in the corner in the kitchen. I suggested counseling, which got it's usual “What are they going to do, and how?”, but I was ready, because the big problem we're having is communication, and all a couples counselor really does is help you communicate. The arguing went on until a little after 4 am, when he went to bed on the couch, and I slept in our bed. I had a rather strange dream regarding being in Property, but sitting behind some pillars on the teachers side with a couple other students. Smythe started going student by student, also frustrated by no one ever reading the cases. He got to me, and of course I hadn't read it, and suddenly he was sitting next to me, lecturing me on how awful it is to cheat on your significant other...I tried to point out that I never had.