Dear Diary,
Yesterday was frankly, FANTASTIC. Following the glowing success of my picnic and a shift battling through hayfever for a hard-earned £8 of tips - I woke up yesterday to Mum telling me they were both out all afternoon, and if I wanted, I could invite Joe round and cook some tea.
Goddamit, why does she ALWAYS have the best ideas??! Grr..... Still, it beat watching TV and eating ice (the country is in something of a heatwave at the moment).
It was fun. We went to Tesco to buy ingredients - and I'm ashamed to say I had a brief moment of "Oooh, look at me, shopping for ingredients with my boyfriend like a grown-up!" But Joe was beaming; the pressures of Friday's family life had clearly lifted, and he was happy as Larry again (as was I when he picked up some Ben and Jerry's). However, I recently learnt one highly disconcerting fact - that, despite being a huge fan of horror films, he HAS NOT SEEN ANY OF THE "SAW" FILMS. Holy Christ. I have to sit down just READING that sentence. How can you be a horror fan, and NOT have seen the best, most original and gruesome concept to come out of Hollywood and span a 6-PICTURE DEAL in years??! Mortified by this, I decided it was high time to rectify the situation. And with the 6th and final film in the "Saw" franchise being released on my BIRTHDAY (MY BIRTHDAY!!!!) this year, I made an educated decision to initiate him - and made it my duty to show him all 5 "Saw" films so far before October.
So, with the chips safely in the oven and the chicken marinating, we snuggled down in front of "Saw." It was strange going back to the start - I'm so used to watching the others so frequently that I sometimes forget just how brilliant and fresh the original is. Especially watching it considering what you now know from the following films! Sweet. We paused it to go finish tea - I've got to say, as fiercely independant as I normally am in the kitchen, it was nice to have some help. Although he did, in an appraising sort of voice, say I was a "good little housewife." Eeeeep. Never mind being filled with feminist indignation, I was a little worried at the unsexiness of the word "housewife," above anything else. But I was reassured as we munched down on pittas stuffed with herb-smothered chicken with chips and dill yoghurt (my signature dish). Followed by Ben and Jerry's. Yeah. I watched him out the corner of my eye, but he didn't even bat an eyelid at the shock twist at the end. Hmmm..... clearly a seasoned veteran I'm dealing with here. Oh well. Maybe the "Needle Pit" trap in the 2nd film will get him......
Afterwards we stuck "Mr. Bean" on and retired upstairs for a little cheeky fumbling - which is EXACTLY when Mum and Dad decided to come home. GODDAMIT!! (I know, I know, should've done it the minute Mum and Dad left for the afternoon instead of leaving it till late - I'm such a cretin sometimes, it's unbelievable) I practically threw Joe into the bathroom and vaulted down the stairs, all my clothes in place, but all breathless and sweaty (thank SHIT for the the heatwave - valid excuse). Joe and parents made pleasant conversation, Joe enthusiastically backing up my crazy cooking skills (YES!!) and general blah-di-blah before leaving.
We decided to try and both become more fit and lose weight (he's going to try joining a football team again) so have decided to go swimming every Monday. Just got back tonight - I won't exactly say it was fun, repeatedly swimming clockwise in lengths and getting bashed by those who did whenever I stopped for a rest. Not to mention I've BADLY fallen behind, considering I used to be a fantastic swimmer. But it was ace to get back in the water, practice my diving (I've still got it) and accidentally-on-purpose giving Joe a boner in the deep end before swimming away. Fun times!
And then we went and destroyed all that hard work with a curry. But fuck it, it was worth it.
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Current Mood: chlorine-riddled
Current Music: "Aint no sunshine" - Jackson 5
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