Angie arrives Saturday at just past noon, after a long six hour drive, but she's upbeat and she looks great; I greet her with a big hug and we discuss what the plans are for the night and week. We go out to lunch at La Familia (she says she's not really hungry but winds up finishing her plate), then we spend most of the rest of the day sitting around and watching movies (we hit Harold and Kumar, Fever Pitch, and The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou, and maybe one more). Rather than order pizza for dinner, she suggests that we head to the grocery store to get ingredients to make pizza. That ends up working very well and we have a very nice meal together. We also go on a beer run and pick up a couple of six packs, a bottle of middle-class vodka (we went with Skye) and some mixers. We go back and continue watching our movies and drinking. By the end of the night, both of us have finished our six packs and had a few vodka + cranberry juices. Needless to say we're both pretty blitzed at this point, and that's how we go to bed.

Now, it was a bit of a disappointment in that there was no real discussion about it, and how she just kind of set up shop in the spare bedroom. But I won't belabor the point and won't bitch and moan as I had a great weekend, despite the relative physical distance we found between us. It wasn't like she was completely frigid, but I was hoping we might step it up a bit with one another and she definitely wasn't feeling it. Still, like I said, I'm not upset.

She was impressed with the degree to which I was getting compliments on my car. Some random woman in the La Familia parking lot gave me an embarrassingly-sincere-sounding compliment, and some random dude in a pickup rolled down his window at a stoplight and said, "what I want to know is, what are you doing in my car?" We laughed and played along, and the adjective he used to describe it was "Beautiful." Nice.

Sunday we woke up and did some work in the backyard. My whole backyard is a nasty mess and we started to help bring it under control. I saw some pictures today of what it looked like when I did my original house tour and it was kind of depressing to see. The backyard was in such good order. Now it's - well, not trashed, exactly, but a long way from spectacular.

That work continued throughout a bit of the day, with pit stops for shopping and ice cream, and we napped a bit in the afternoon before heading to Oklahoma for dinner (Angie was stoked, having never been to Oklahoma before). We had a good steak dinner and then went home and played a few board games (I crushed her at Monopoly, and we played a few non-competitive games of Scrabble) while having a few low-key drinks.

Monday we did a bit more work in the backyard before showering and heading out for lunch at a nice Italian place. Then we decided to head down to the outlet malls near Dallas to get a little shopping done. I spent about $120 on a couple of pictures for my walls (they look nice, I think, and Angie and I agreed that the walls in my place are just ridiculously bare). Then we bought a few goodies for the party that night at Le Gourmet Chef, including some martini mixers that turned out to be lethally good :)

We made it back in time to be late arrivals to the party, hosted over at Cole and Lacey's, which actually had a very decent turnout (maybe 20 people). We brought steaks, and pretzel sticks with a nice Ginger Wasabe dip, and the martini mix for apple martinis. We had a good time and Angie seemed to hit it off with several people, including a co-op that she seemed anxious to put in a good word for me with. Her name is Theresa and she is actually quite nice, but I really don't see myself getting involved with a co-op at the moment.

Angie and I got pretty fucking trashed off the martini mix. Let's just say I brought a bottle of Belvedere to the party, and we were the only ones drinking it. Here's what it looked like at the end of the night.



It's a bit hard to see, but you can definitely make out the water line (vodka line actually, I suppose) just below the text of the label.

Angie spends a bit of time talking with Irvin, from poker, and winds up giving him her card at the end of the night, but that was while she was pretty damn drunk and she says she wasn't that interested.

I eventually sober up enough to drive, and we head home. Angie asks what we want to do when we get home, and I say, I dunno, throw in a movie or something. She was getting really really flirty so my hopes were getting up, but immediately after asking, she decides that she's off to bed. We crash - it was about one in the morning by this point - and I'm out like a light.

Tuesday morning - this morning - we get up and lounge around for a bit, before deciding to hang the pictures that we bought, which in turn necessitated a trip to Home Depot. Then we pretty much just sit around and talk, until it's time for her to leave, around noonish. I help her pack up (in the 3 nights she spent at my place, she's made herself remarkably at home), and give her a nice hug goodbye.