Ok, so this is part two of my weekend story… 🙂
While Chucks was talking, I imagined myself at a dinner party with my carpenter and his girlfriend, and some of their other friends and I almost threw up in my mouth. What the hell were we gonna talk about? As insulted as I was, I didn’t have the heart to ask him if he’s been swallowing some engine oil. I should have said a firm No!, but I couldn’t. Instead, I promised I would call the next day to let him know if I would be able to make it. I knew that even if Jesus himself asked me to go, I wouldn’t.
By Friday evening, I came down with a bad cold.
I spent Friday night and Saturday morning bugging contacts in my phone book. I called some friends, chatted with some people and stalked some others on twitter. It was a very uneventful Saturday morning until I called one of my old friends. He wanted to take me out to dinner but I told him I couldn’t go cos I had a cold. My sneeze sounds as unsexy as my laughter and I didn’t want to spread the virus, but he insisted so I said yes.
I spent all afternoon getting ready… I changed my nail polish, took a shower and picked out two outfits cos I wasn’t sure where we were going yet. There was one casual I’m-going-to-dinner-with-an-old-friend outfit and one don’t-you-dare-bend-down-to-pick-up-that-coin dress. I was actually VERY excited because he’s one of those friends that have known me for ages so the plan was to go out without my wig and have unlimited fun without worrying about things like how to chew like a lady. He accepts me as I am, moro moro and all. And besides, he doesn’t have any hair himself so we’re even.
Long story short, as I type this, I’m still waiting for Nnamdi’s call because I got stood up!!! (You can laugh all you want)… 🙁
I waited, and waited and waited but there was no call or text. I felt terrible.
Meanwhile, Chucks The Repairman kept calling till my phone almost exploded. I was already in a foul mood. I eventually answered the phone and told him I couldn’t go out cos I had a cold. Next thing I know the dude started his own rant, going on and on about how disappointed he is, how much he was looking forward to having me attend the dinner with him, asking what I’m going to be doing at home and who I will be with. The only thing missing in his rant was a pair of prosthetics (blades), a gun and four bullets.
It was a classic, “Jehova, na me be dis?” moment. His gbagauns were more pronounced cos he was pissed and he was yelling and although it was amusing, it was even more insulting. I had only myself to blame for all the times I laughed at his lame jokes and all the times I walked past his shop and waved.
I took something for the cold and slept like a baby 🙂
Sunday was quiet and peaceful. I was feeling much better and I took a loooong walk in the morning after jogging. Then I spent the rest of the day eating like a starving hippo and watching Modern Family and Glee. So how was your weekend?
Let’s have a great week people…