Past Midnight, Fifteen Hours to Take-Off

So apparently I fucked things up tonight. I'm leaving for Senegal tomorrow, and that means a week away from The Boy.

Every time I have ever left on a trip before, I've asked if we could just spend "a nice night at home together." Inevitably this has always, in effect, meant doing our respective things (usually in front of respective computers) before maybe going out to dinner around 23.00. And although this is the way things have been for the last...oh... four years or so, apparently tonight was very different.

Tonight, it seems, we were supossed to spend a "nice night at home together," but it had to absolutely be before 23.00. Because I had friends over (Pennsylvania Boy came to pick up his pupster... sniff, sniff <-- tears of sadness, not the dog sniffing) and they stayed until, oh... 23.05. The Boy, for all the times he has said, "God, why are you making such a big deal about your leaving? We'll see each other in a few weeks..." and variations on that theme, was actually mad at me for not starting our "nice night at home together" earlier.

I didn't know these things had time limits. I was sorta going on history - nothing with The Boy involved has ever started before 23.00, unless it involves dinner with a visiting American. They always seem to think that 23.00 is too late to eat. But really, he's always busy until midnight or so. Then we gab. And usually eat. Then we sleep. This is the way it works. But I guess he wanted something different or more special or something this time around. Maybe he's just more nervous about my leaving this time, I dunno.

So anyway, I feel bad because I did sort of coming out like the ass. Even though, in my defense, he never told ME that we were going to have a nice evening together, and he never gave me a time frame to work with. But still, I could see how, in his perspective, I would hope that sort of thing would just be understood, and would want to spend precious hours with my beloved.

My bad.

Anyway, boy story aside, I'm off in fifteen hours. I'm actually going to my morning lecture and then continuing on to the airport from there. I figure, I'll be a semi-good student that way, even though I'll have to skip two lectures later in the afternoon in order to catch my flight. Hey, the earlier flight was cheaper. Back off.

I'm not sure if I'll be able to update from the road, but I'll try to give it a whirl if I get around to it. If not, I hope everybody has a good week, and I'll be posting when I get back.