Great Incidents of the Weekend, 2005

All in all a quiet weekend, except for a few minor "incidents".
So I stayed over my aunt and uncle's house while they were away. Playing house, if you will. Rob of course stayed over with me. So I figure it's Saturday night, I brought a bottle of wine, yada yada yada. So Rob is starting to fall asleep. I start flipping channels, and come across a risque late night movie. So I cough loudly to wake him up. He wakes up, focuses on what's on the TV, and says those words every girlfriend is waiting for. "WOW my girlfriend likes PORN! I am the luckiest man in the world!" Ya not so much. What he actually said was " you know that feeling you have when you're really tired and your head feels heavy?" Puts his head back and promptly begins snoring. DADA da da da great no sex incident of 2005.
Next day he goes off to work, I stay at the house, of course the one day it's overcast is the one day I have off... but no problem I go swimming anyway. Actually a relaxing day for me. So I decide to cook a nice dinner that I know he will love. Steak tips on the grill, baby carrots, and sugar snap peas. I marinate the tips, prepare the carrots with ginger, cinnamon and a little maple sugar to glaze them, and put the sugar snap peas in a small other pan with a little water. Not enought water, apparently, and I end up burning them to charcoal on one side. Therefore the great sugar snap pea incident of 2005. I try to cover the lack of peas with fresh tomatoes and avocado, which I forget he does not like. Oh well. I tried.
So we come back here after eating to find a fire truck outside. A fireman tells me that there is a "water problem" in the building on the bottom floor. We are loaded down with packages, laundry, and such... and I am thinking of what the hell is going on in my old building. As we enter my apartment, Rob's pants fall to his ankles, for no reason at all. He is laughing hysterically walking through my dark apartment with his pants around his ankles. Mind you I have three bags in my hand, the mail, a duffel bag, and he is sidestepping - in the dark. The great no belt incident of 2005. Turns out my new downstairs neighbor, Sarah, was putting a nail in the wall to hang a picture and hit a water pipe. They did, thankfully manage to fix is rather quickly, so crisis averted, we have water.
Tomorrow is August 1 - 26 days until we go and see George Carlin. Rob is so excited. So am I, but more to go away to the Sea Spiral in Hampton Beach, where I am told we have a room where you have views of the ocean from the king size bed. Oh, and there's a Jacuzzi. Rob informs me that he will have to "save up" his errr ummm essence... in other words no sex until the weekend away in Hampton Beach. Ya right, that's going to happen. Ya I'm going to wait a month. NOT! Ya not so much.