It's been a whirlwind of music and irritation... alternating between the two. Thursday I passed out flyers to promote my friends band then went to see ESM (Electric Soul Method), who were incredibly fun, but I had to bail early as it was a school night so I was irritated by that. Then on Friday I hit the FAC with KLB, then handed out more flyers, then went back to the bar to watch Bruce Katz. The only irritation occured when my friends were hungry for dinner, and I didn't care where we went yet they insisted I was part of the process, which really involved waiting for the band to decide what they wanted to do... I dont see a need to be a part of that... decide then tell me. Easy enough. Went home earlier than normal as Saturday night was the night we had planned to go crazy. Saturday night I could not get T out of the house... in fact he started showering when we were supposed to be leaving. Then he had to find his keys, and his shoes, and feed the cat, and look for his jacket.... I was irritated. Then he drove like a turtle downtown and of course the first two ATM's we hit were down, so getting cash became an issue that slowed us down. The Saturday show was fun, but not as much fun as I thought it would be. When my boys hit the stage it turned into instant fun! Then I took one look at T. Somehow, somewhere he ended up drinking way too much. After the guys took their break we went back to our table and T just sat down and closed his eyes... 20 minutes later he was getting sick in the bathroom, and 10 minutes later we were in the car heading home. Irritation set in. I wanted to go out and he knew it... we'd talked about it...I moderated he did not and it really made me mad to be heading home sober and bored to put his drunk ass to bed, while all my friends were heading out for fun.
so today I am sitting here irritated... it's my first day of fall break and I woke up to an email telling me the plumber was coming between 12 and 2... great. I have a guitar lesson that I'm trying to reschedule between those times. So T reschedules for 9-11... awesome as it was 8:45 and I've now got to get in a shower. So much for my lazy morning of coffee drinking and paper reading. Now I've got this asshole of a plumber in my house... seriously.. he is anti-social, not that I want to be his friend, but saying "good morning" is not so hard. All he did was bark at me "where is the problem!", and "ha, good luck finding a replacement handle on that!".
dude, fix the plumbing issues and GTFO of my house.