Sunday, July 13, 2003

I have to go to a baby's Christening in a little while. I don't know these people (they're friends of Misty), so, of course, I'm not too enthused about this outing. Misty doesn't believe in the practice of Christening/baptising babies, so she's not too keen on the idea, either. Nevertheless, we are going. She doesn't want to disappoint her friends, and I am trying to be a good boyfriend.

Speaking of being a good boyfriend, I was certainly that last night when I spent four hours at the Galleria. Ugh. For goddamn hours at the mall. I hate the mall. I needed a pair of slacks and some new shoes, and finding both took me about 20 minutes. Misty, on the other hand, is not so speedy when it comes to shopping. She, like most women, actually enjoys the experience, so she lets it languish for as long as possible.

Back to this morning's adventure, though... Misty asked me to wake her up "really early." Since we get up for work each day around 5:30 or 6:00, I assumed "really early" meant about the same time. How wrong I was. Upon rousing Misty at 5:30 a.m., then at 6:00, then at 6:30, I was eventually informed that "really early" meant around 8:00. *sigh* Why am I even up?