Duncan (what else? lol)
Mar. 26th, 2007 03:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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So to make a long story short, he didn't call Thursday. Or at any rate I never got a call--he said (night before last) he did call but it said "your call cannot be completed as dialed." We checked the number and he had it right, so I don't know what the heck happened, but that massively sucks.
But, since I DO have a life, I didn't just sit and mope all day. Jacqui came over (with the understanding that I was going to ditch her the moment the phone rang, lol), we went to lunch, we went to Wal-Mart, we played Dance Factory (I kicked ass, but then I've played a lot longer than she has), we watched Empire Records (BTW, Nico: "SHOP-LIFT-ERRRRRRRRR!"), we went for a walk in the subdivision across from my complex, we went to the gas station at the other end of my road and bought sodas, and just as we got back to my place Nico called, and we met him and April (a new girl at work) at Hardee's. April had to leave, but then Nico, Jacqui, and I proceeded to drive around back roads until 2 AM, listening to music.
(Nevermind the fact that my phone was hardly ever out of my hands and I checked my voicemail every half-hour or so, just in case.)
Ten Masked Men: death metal remixes of pop songs like "Hit Me Baby One More Time." Download and laugh, we did.
So then...I kind of avoided the gas station for a few days. Partly intentionally, partly because my work schedule was so sucky. (I HATE 2-to-close. I'm sorry for you people that have to work it all the time, and I'm lucky that I don't get it more often, but seriously. I'm not going to stop bitching because it's never going to get any less sucky. *coughNICOcough*)
Nothing of note happened, really, until...Saturday night. (Well, okay, they finally got all the siding on the front of my house. YAY! Still construction going on, but the more the workers wake me up the less interesting I find them. >_< I work NIGHT SHIFT, people! I sleep until 1 PM because that's how long it takes me to get eight hours of sleep! QUIT BANGING ON MY WALLS! ...sorry. I digress.) I went back up to the gas station (not for as long, Nickie called me so I ended up not going until 2:30) and Duncan and I chatted more (about the movies he wants to make someday...they sound like movies I'd watch and like). It got to be almost 4:30 and I finally did leave when a real customer showed up. About halfway across the first lawn I walk through on my way home, I realized I'd been there two hours and never did buy anything. (I usually get a Jones Soda.) Whoops, there goes my pretence, lol.
So last night (Sunday night), despite my usual insistence on stringing out my trips up there (the only time I went two nights in a row was the night they were going to shoot the movie), I went back.
Unfortunately, there will be no more of these four-hour stays. The gas station had their inspection a week or so ago, and rules that never were enforced (like, say, "No sitting on the counter") are suddenly being enforced. Duncan was wearing an apron last night, for pity's sake. (Poor guy.) And I guess something got stolen on one of his shifts (not that they suspect me, I generally stay in his line of sight for that very reason and he told me who they did suspect), so now there is to be no "socializing" there. (Duncan's word, he uses it frequently.)
So as I'm paying for my cappuccino, he's explaining this to me. And then he goes on to say that he's in a "fuck-the-management" mood, flips off the security camera, and tells me that while, yes, he will have to kick me out, he's going to let me stay for a few minutes, because he can't be that mean. ^_^
I said, "So, well...if we can't socialize here anymore, we'll just have to socialize..."
And he finished my sentence-- "Elsewhere. Yeah."
My sentiments exactly.
So he's off tonight. I'm not, but I get done around midnight (more or less). He's made plans, but he's also going to be done around midnight. So he's supposed to call me ("Or you can call me," he pointed out, but I really want him to call first) and we're supposed to hang out. What we can do in this town at midnight, I don't know. If all else fails he might just be coming over and we can watch movies and polish off that two-thirds of a bottle of Jose Cuervo that's sitting in my fridge. Yay for margaritas! ^_^ (I doubt he'll be like Jacqui, willing to wander around Wal*Mart for no reason, lol. And there's only two restaurants that are open all night, and even those are only the drive-thru.)
So yeah. I have to be at work in...48 minutes, so I'm signing off for now. Can't swear that I'll be back tomorrow, as I'll likely be up late (hee!), but hopefully when I do update it will be good news.
So to make a long story short, he didn't call Thursday. Or at any rate I never got a call--he said (night before last) he did call but it said "your call cannot be completed as dialed." We checked the number and he had it right, so I don't know what the heck happened, but that massively sucks.
But, since I DO have a life, I didn't just sit and mope all day. Jacqui came over (with the understanding that I was going to ditch her the moment the phone rang, lol), we went to lunch, we went to Wal-Mart, we played Dance Factory (I kicked ass, but then I've played a lot longer than she has), we watched Empire Records (BTW, Nico: "SHOP-LIFT-ERRRRRRRRR!"), we went for a walk in the subdivision across from my complex, we went to the gas station at the other end of my road and bought sodas, and just as we got back to my place Nico called, and we met him and April (a new girl at work) at Hardee's. April had to leave, but then Nico, Jacqui, and I proceeded to drive around back roads until 2 AM, listening to music.
(Nevermind the fact that my phone was hardly ever out of my hands and I checked my voicemail every half-hour or so, just in case.)
Ten Masked Men: death metal remixes of pop songs like "Hit Me Baby One More Time." Download and laugh, we did.
So then...I kind of avoided the gas station for a few days. Partly intentionally, partly because my work schedule was so sucky. (I HATE 2-to-close. I'm sorry for you people that have to work it all the time, and I'm lucky that I don't get it more often, but seriously. I'm not going to stop bitching because it's never going to get any less sucky. *coughNICOcough*)
Nothing of note happened, really, until...Saturday night. (Well, okay, they finally got all the siding on the front of my house. YAY! Still construction going on, but the more the workers wake me up the less interesting I find them. >_< I work NIGHT SHIFT, people! I sleep until 1 PM because that's how long it takes me to get eight hours of sleep! QUIT BANGING ON MY WALLS! ...sorry. I digress.) I went back up to the gas station (not for as long, Nickie called me so I ended up not going until 2:30) and Duncan and I chatted more (about the movies he wants to make someday...they sound like movies I'd watch and like). It got to be almost 4:30 and I finally did leave when a real customer showed up. About halfway across the first lawn I walk through on my way home, I realized I'd been there two hours and never did buy anything. (I usually get a Jones Soda.) Whoops, there goes my pretence, lol.
So last night (Sunday night), despite my usual insistence on stringing out my trips up there (the only time I went two nights in a row was the night they were going to shoot the movie), I went back.
Unfortunately, there will be no more of these four-hour stays. The gas station had their inspection a week or so ago, and rules that never were enforced (like, say, "No sitting on the counter") are suddenly being enforced. Duncan was wearing an apron last night, for pity's sake. (Poor guy.) And I guess something got stolen on one of his shifts (not that they suspect me, I generally stay in his line of sight for that very reason and he told me who they did suspect), so now there is to be no "socializing" there. (Duncan's word, he uses it frequently.)
So as I'm paying for my cappuccino, he's explaining this to me. And then he goes on to say that he's in a "fuck-the-management" mood, flips off the security camera, and tells me that while, yes, he will have to kick me out, he's going to let me stay for a few minutes, because he can't be that mean. ^_^
I said, "So, well...if we can't socialize here anymore, we'll just have to socialize..."
And he finished my sentence-- "Elsewhere. Yeah."
My sentiments exactly.
So he's off tonight. I'm not, but I get done around midnight (more or less). He's made plans, but he's also going to be done around midnight. So he's supposed to call me ("Or you can call me," he pointed out, but I really want him to call first) and we're supposed to hang out. What we can do in this town at midnight, I don't know. If all else fails he might just be coming over and we can watch movies and polish off that two-thirds of a bottle of Jose Cuervo that's sitting in my fridge. Yay for margaritas! ^_^ (I doubt he'll be like Jacqui, willing to wander around Wal*Mart for no reason, lol. And there's only two restaurants that are open all night, and even those are only the drive-thru.)
So yeah. I have to be at work in...48 minutes, so I'm signing off for now. Can't swear that I'll be back tomorrow, as I'll likely be up late (hee!), but hopefully when I do update it will be good news.
