Chip and Ben Part 2
Sep. 30th, 2019 07:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryI woke up early, but ended up spending the time with Lady Miss Friday instead. It was a busy day at work, but I still left at 12:30, citing my insomnia. Went to the old place but only really had time to grab another car load before traffic got bad. Tim was there, finishing up removing everything from his storage unit.
The Cox guy got there around 5:30, broke a bottle of vodka, but did eventually get my internet working. I suggested we meet up earlier than 8, and the boys wanted to come by my apartment first. We chatted there for a bit, then decided on Kindred instead of Mo's. It's closer, and doesn't put money in Chris Shaw's pocket. Unfortunately, I passed out before we could even order. It turns out not eating for days on end is bad for you. I really need to get on grocery shopping.
They took me back to Chip's cabin in La Jolla, I recovered enough to eat a bunch of the appetizers that we did order, we listened to music and talked about boys. There was wine and vodka there, but it reacts poorly enough with my sleeping meds that I didn't want to risk drinking that close to bed time. It got to be 11:30 before I insisted I needed to get home. I should have gone back for one more car load of stuff, but all I could remember needing was the monkey trash can for my bathroom and the bowls. Promised myself I'd get up and make the last trip in the morning, took my meds and passed out.
The Cox guy got there around 5:30, broke a bottle of vodka, but did eventually get my internet working. I suggested we meet up earlier than 8, and the boys wanted to come by my apartment first. We chatted there for a bit, then decided on Kindred instead of Mo's. It's closer, and doesn't put money in Chris Shaw's pocket. Unfortunately, I passed out before we could even order. It turns out not eating for days on end is bad for you. I really need to get on grocery shopping.
They took me back to Chip's cabin in La Jolla, I recovered enough to eat a bunch of the appetizers that we did order, we listened to music and talked about boys. There was wine and vodka there, but it reacts poorly enough with my sleeping meds that I didn't want to risk drinking that close to bed time. It got to be 11:30 before I insisted I needed to get home. I should have gone back for one more car load of stuff, but all I could remember needing was the monkey trash can for my bathroom and the bowls. Promised myself I'd get up and make the last trip in the morning, took my meds and passed out.
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