summer in stereo

last night: cubs/brewers game up in milwaukee. we allowed ourselves a full three hours for the drive. i mistakenly thought this would be enough time, but we did not allow for the massive traffic jams caused by other assholes from chicago also taking advantage of cheap seats, kosher hot dogs, and the luxurious miller park stadium. thus, we missed the first inning, but it was a gorgeous night and the cubs played a great game, so at the end of the evening, we left happy. the original plan was to get a hotel in milwaukee and spend the day there today, but, again, we did not account for other assholes from chicago also having the same idea, and so the room pickings were slim and expensive. we drove around milwaukee for a while and then, since i have placed us on a "financial diet," we headed back home after we were unable to find an available hotel to meet our price.

today, though, after sleeping in, we headed over to the par king golf course in lincolnshire, which is something we've meant to do for about a year now. i wish i would have brought my camera with, because some of the holes were really interesting, but alas. the outing would have been better if not for this lone, psychopathic woman who was one hole behind us and would come watch over our shoulders, unsmiling, as we hurried to finish each hole and get out of her way. what forty-something woman goes to play mini golf alone? unfortunately, it's something we agreed my mother would do if not for the hefty six dollar price tag. she's got the lone, psychopathic woman thing down to a tee. no pun intended. either way, this woman was not my mother, and i just hated her for not maintaining a respectful difference. wierdo.

i'm on vacation from the bank this week, and tomorrow and thursday i'm going to work at the optical again. i'm probably going to spend the night at my parent's house tomorrow as a way to get around rush hour traffic on thursday, and, i gotta tell you, it's going to feel odd. i haven't slept under that roof in over two years, and i have this fear that if i go to sleep in my old room tomorrow night, i'm going to wake up on thursday and find out that all this time with chris has been a dream, that suddenly i'll be 21 again with all of my old problems and no recollection of anything post 2002. i'll be in my twin bed with my dead end job having all of the old arguments with my mother and haunting all the same places that i had been so sick of, so ready to leave. my screams will wake the dead.

a therapist would go to town on my fear to fall asleep in my old room. it's a good thing i don't speak to therapists.