Playoffs, Crawfish, & College Station

Friday

Friday was game 1 of round 2 of the Stanley Cup playoffs.  Wild vs. Blackhawks.  A guy I was talking to on Tinder asked if I wanted to meet up to watch the game.  I was on the fence because I had next to no gas in my car & next to no money in my bank account until payday.  I asked him for his last name & I looked him up on Facebook.  Homegirl over here almost got catfished! (sort of)  The pictures he was using on Tinder were 5 years old...home boy looks absolutely nothing like that anymore & he has a majorly jacked up truck...I have a thing about guys with majorly jacked up trucks (it's not a good thing either).  So I lied...said my friend got dumped & I wasn't going to be able to make it.  That may make me a shallow bitch but I'm not even sorry.  Don't advertise yourself as something you're not anymore.

As far as the broken heart...it has nothing to do with the boy & everything to do with the Wild.  I decided to save my time, money, & sanity by watching the game at home in bed.  I cannot hang anymore.  On Wednesday I passed out in the 3rd period while watching the game.  On Friday I called it quits right about the time the 3rd period was starting.  At that point it was 0-2.  I figured maybe if I passed out like I did last time, we'd get it together like we did last time...or if we didn't I wouldn't have to be awake for the heartbreak.  I woke up at one point & noticed that it was 2-3.  I was stoked...we were making a come back...& then I passed out again.  I woke up later & saw the final score 2-5.  Glad I didn't stay up until the end.  Thank God it's only game one...the Wild need to get their shit together.

Saturday

That my friends...is Kyle Field...from the sky...& I took it.  I went on a 2nd date with the guy I met for coffee about a week or so ago...he still needs a name.  The original plan was to meet up at a crawfish festival in my town.  The end.  That happened.  We met up, I ate some crawfish while he ate some fried gator.  Then we walked around a little bit & sat outside my favorite happy hour bar listening to live music.  The guy was actually really good & I bought both of his CDs.  Mr. New Guy (someone please come up with a name) then asked if I wanted to go to the gun range or go flying...I told him either worked for me.  So he headed home to see if he could even get a plane.  He got one but had some stuff to do with his house so I took a much needed nap.  We met back up at 7 where he put me in a 2 person plane & flew me to College Station to eat at the Dixie Chicken.  Umm can I just say OMG!  Before I get into the *womp womp* let's talk about how freaking awesome that is.  Some guy rented a plane, flew me to his college town, just to eat supper and walk/drive around for a little bit before flying back home.  Never again in my lifetime will I go on a date as awesome as that.  Ready for the *womp womp*?  Something is seriously wrong with me y'all!  He is so nice, obviously creative, has a job, his own house, & all around on paper such a great guy.  However, something is missing.  I don't know what it is but I just don't feel "it" & I know that "it" exists...that spark.  I don't know if it's really not there or if I'm trippin over multiple possible things.  I'm just going to keep taking it day by day & see what happens.  Regardless, whether it works out with him or not...I will remember that date forever.

Sunday

I had to grade 3 assignments for 157 students.  That's 471 assignments btw... Luckily? not all of my kids show up or do their work.  I also watched more Breaking Bad & Round 2 Game 2 of the Stanley Cup playoffs.  All in all it was a pretty productive yet lazy Sunday.

I'm just going to start adding my Music Monday to my recap instead of posting twice...so here you have it...enjoy this week's tune.

Tim McGraw - Meanwhile Back At Mama's