The reality of it is...

(ok - now i wrote this blog a month ago. seriously. but it was saved as a draft b/c it wasn't finished. i'm going to post it now and try to catch you up without typing 30 pages. read below to see how chris and i were off to such a good start!)

I was pretty close. Really close, in fact. Here is what actually happened:

(Maybe I should make this blog private!??!?! Chris might not be thrilled if he knew all our business was out there for the public to read! He won't know though. I tried to find the blog through google with some key words and I couldn't, so that's good.)

Ok...my flight lands. My dad actually picks me up, not my brother or mother. Off to a rough start? Nah. Ok...

I get dropped off at my mom's and she immediately says: "Did you eat ANYTHING there!?!? You're starving yourself!" Thanks, Mom. It's a little dramatic, but a compliment in her own way. I got busy on my laundry (darks - I really wanted that one particular pair of jeans and that one specific nightie!) and then chatted with Chris about our evening plans. He wanted to cook me dinner....hmmm....ok. What was I going to say? No? It was dinner time. I had to. Ugh. "Turkey tacos ok?" Sure. Ok, I'll just eat one and it won't do any damage. NO BEANS! PLEASE! I called all the Blockbusters between my mom's and his house and NONE of them had Entourage, Season 1. Ugh. I texted Chris this information and he said: "That's ok, I was just planning on buying it. I have to go to Target and get a dvd player anyway. Should I wait for you and we can go together?" Sure. Uh oh...it's getting late. It's already 5pm and I haven't even showered yet! Haven't even plucked yet! Oh no! The panic sets in...oh no! Panic = sweatty Betty! Shit! I just remembered I ran out of deodorant this morning at my grandmother's house before the airport! Please...no sweating! Ok...breathe. Switch your laundry and you MUST start primping for the big night! (By the way, this is all my voice in my head coaching me. I do it all the time. I talk myself in and out of things by the minute.) What if the night's a flop?!?!? DON'T think that way, Missy! Ok...laundry's switched....to the shower I go. My mom is totally going to wonder what is up with me. Mom - tweezers?!!? Yes. Thank GOD! "Don't make yourself bleed, Nissa. He won't think that's pretty." Haha - does she really know me that well? Ok - I did it all - plucked, shaved, crest white strips, all of it. Still no deodorant and oddly, my mom doesn't wear any. She tried to pawn my stepdad's off on me. No thanks. I'd rather not smell like a man tonight of all nights. I was going to wear my black tank top with my favorite jeans, but he's seen that outfit before (it's my uniform). Then it hit me...I have my cute little peasant like top that is white with pink and blue flowers...he'll like that. He compliments me on my clothes sometimes and this is more his speed than my black tank top, I think. Ok, clothes aren't quite dry...blow dry hair. Yes! I like my hair SO much better in the dry climate - Colorado gives me great hair! I picked my face a little too much at the beginning of my primping session, so I need a little more make up than I had hoped but whatever. My idea of a lot of make up is WAY less than most I know and hang out with, so I'm still ok. So far so good. Clothes are dry, mom LOVES the outfit and I'm on my way.... 7:30pm. Oops. A little late. I call him and tell him I'm on my way and he starts dinner. I'm getting butterflies! So exciting!!!! The a/c is ON! Please please don't sweat before I stop at the store and get deodorant (sensitive skin special deodorant, of course! ugh!). First Safeway, coming up. Right on the way...CLOSED! DAMN IT! Ok, there's one right across the street from Chris's house. Ok. A/c will do the trick til then. I called him from Safeway. He's so sweet: "I'm really excited to see you, Nissa." Aw. I just play it cool. Haha. I'm DYING over here!