My Weekend

So it's Sunday and I am at home, feeling like I have nothing to do. After the past few days of activities and busy-ness, I guess it's no surprise.

Let's start with Thursday. Mr. Broadband picked me up to take me to a concert of the Trans-Siberian Orchestra . Traffic was crazy downtown, very slow. Apparently there was something else going on that night as well. We finally made it to the garage and parked. We got into the Arena with about 20 minutes to spare. As we were both hungry, we wolfed down burgers from one of the vendors before going to find our seats.

I had mused aloud that I was curious as to what the seats were like since this was normally an arena for hockey and basketball. His comment at the time was "well, our seats will be a little different." I remember thinking... "wha? Did he get a box or something for us?" We enter at portal three, and I see we're at the very back of the auditorium and can see the entire stage. I think "great! we have a clear view of everything- no funky side seats" But he kept on walking down the stairs.... and walking and walking. "Wow" I think, he got us seats on the floor!! This will be awesome!" Little did I know. We keep walking. Guess where our seats were? FRONT ROW! Just left of center. omfg... I have NEVER, felt so special before.

The concert itself was awesome. Lights, lasers, snow, fire, fireworks, 4 male singers, 4 female singers, an 8 piece string section, a lead female on electric fiddle, several guitarists/bassists, a drummer, and 2 keyboardists. Lots of fog machines making fog roll down the front of the stage. Tons of choreographed lights, complete with hanging/movable/programmed square frames with more lights. I couldn't help a morbid thought at what it would be like if one came loose and fell down. Thankfully, it didn't. Mr. Broadband put his arm around me during the concert. I liked that. We held hands walking back to the car, and once back at my apt, he walked me to the door and gave me a courteous kiss on the cheek.

Friday night he picked me up to go to his place. It was dark when we arrived, so I couldn't well see the grounds. I'm hoping to get a return visit next weekend. As soon as I got out of the car though, I could smell the wonderful scent of smoky charcoal laced with garlic and cooking beef. Apparently for the previous 12 hours, he'd been slow roasting this rib-roast in his Big Green Egg grill.

We went inside, and he gave me the tour. His home is beautiful, lots of real wood and old architecture that I found to be warm and inviting. He's not done with the renovation, but it's come a long way from the photos he showed me. We talked awhile waiting for the final phase of the roast, then ate dinner- steak, broccoli, and twice baked potatoes. The roast was phenomenal.

When we were done, he asked if I was up for dessert. He wanted to know where the best place in Atlanta for desserts that I had been. I didn't have an answer. He took me to his favorite spot, the Marietta Diner. Even at 11pm on a Friday night, it was crowded. There was a wait line out the door, but because we were only 2, we got seated right away. We shared a "Death by Chocolate" that lived up to its name. I couldn't finish even half.

He took me home, walked me to my door, and we kissed :) I really like him. I spent most of Saturday thinking about all the time I'd spent with him.

Saturday though I had things to do. I was hosting a henna party for girls from my church group that night, and needed to get ready. I also had a hair appointment. That evening the party went well, aside from me giving inadequate directions for finding my place for the first time in the dark. About 10 last night I called Mr. Broadband as I knew it was getting late for him, even though the party was still going on. It was good to hear his voice again, and I found it interesting he asked me a lot of questions about the church service. I didn't feel right about asking him to come right then. But we did make plans for him to come visit my school this week for an International night performance. Mostly I want him to see my classroom, and where I spend so much of my time and energy.

This morning was church. A message on Gandhi's approach to non-violent conflict. It was good, but afterwards I found myself almost at a loss for what to do. I decided on downloading some TSO from iTunes and listening to the concert music while I washed dishes.

I haven't heard from Mr. Massage since a text message on Thursday. Right at this moment though, I don't really care if I hear from him again. While I really enjoyed bowling with him, and while he's a fabulous kisser, there's a lot to be said for having one's act together, and staying in communication with me.