I'm not sure what triggered this lovely jaunt down memory lane (maybe because it will be 10 years ago in July? Or 11? I dont know) but I was just thinking about how my July trip to Chicago with Michael was an absolute clusterfuck from top to bottom, and not just the 2nd day like I tend to focus on.
He had gotten his OVI a couple weeks before we were slated to go. Which of course was my fault. Despite asking several times if we were financially going to still be okay to go, he reassured me that it would be fine.
And then on the first night, at dinner (as he was wont to do; that man loved to suggest going out to eat and then declaring he didnt have any money halfway through the meal) he told me he didnt have any money for the rest of the trip.
Bear in mind I had paid for the 2 nights of the hotel room already.
He got mad because I hadn't planned on dressing up the first night and I didnt, so we dressed up. He got mad that I didn't want to rent city bikes and bike around the city streets, so he fast walked everywhere.
He didnt want to do anything I wanted to do because it was dumb and or it was too far to walk.
And then on the 2nd day, after walking around in the July heat with nothing but beer in my belly, I put one singular slice of Chicago deep dish pizza on that belly. Not even the whole slice, I couldn't even finish it. My stomach decided it could not hang.
When I told him my stomach was not hanging and would not be hanging, he got mad and fast walked slash dragged me back to the hotel, where he complained that I ruined the night, the trip, and that we should just drive home right then. Amd of course by we he meant me, because he had lost his license. No regard to the money I paid for the hotel, or the fact I was unsure if I was about to barf, or shit myself. Or both?
I did neither, somehow. And he must have realized he was being dumb because we stayed. And I felt fine enough the next day. And we drove home.
And that's just what I remember, I'm sure there were a thousand more snarky comments and microagressions. Like god damn. What a waste of money. He didnt even want to go see the bean. How do you go to Chicago two times and not even see the bean. We were right across the street from the park! We could practically see it from the hotel room! What a waste of money and time. And my youth.
Anyway, don't date douchebags thanks for coming to my ted talk