As most of you know (because I never shut up about something I'm excited about), my three year anniversary with Kevin was yesterday.
Now, I remember on April 1st, I had asked my dad if I could have the 28th off. I begged and pleaded; I even marked the store callendar to make sure he didn't forget. On the 27th, as I said, Dad had told me he wanted me to work on our anniversary. I was SO MAD, I even told Mom, "I
can't believe he's making me work!" Remember? I was fuming by that morning, and couldn't believe he would make me work!! But, I guess that's life. And besides, I was looking forward to being able to see him that night, anyway. So I got up, I put on my beautiful shirt that I had bought myself from Buckle, put on some makeup, and walked out the door positive about the day ahead of me. It was, after all, my THREE YEAR ANNIVERSARY :]
I had made Kevin a scrapbook consisting of the MySpace conversations between us the first week that we basically knew each other. You know, the messages that say "Hey, I think I like you," and lead to (that week, anyway) "We should go on a date." I thought it was special and something he could laugh at, something that would make him smile, and most of all, remind him of how we met, three years ago.
I brought it along with me when Dad and I went to work. For some reason, we left at 8:30 that morning. I had been WAY too excited to sleep until 8:00 (like usual) and I woke up at 6:30 instead. So we had plenty of time to get ready and leave early because Dad had woken up early too. We were in the car, on our way to work, and I got a call from Kevin. I was shocked that he was up that early, and he said he was doing homework and just waking up. When we got to the store, Dad opened up; turned on the computer, turned on the laminator and the radio. Then he glanced at the clock and said, "I thought it was a quarter to 10:00, not 9:00!" For some reason, I had a sneaking suspicion that he had really known what time it was all along. I don't know, maybe it was my still-wishful-thinking that they both had something up their sleeve to surprise me.
Dad kept asking about the scrapbook, and I said it was for Kevin. He asked if since it was so early, I wanted to go to drop it off at Kevin's house to say Happy Anniversary before work, then we could go to Wal-Mart. I said sure, and we locked up the shop. We headed over to Wal-Mart first, and I got batteries for my camera. We got snacks for the store and other things, too.
Afterwards, Dad drove to Kevin's house and parked in the driveway. I got out of the truck and told him I'd be right back, not worrying about my purse or anything; just the scrapbook. When I ran up the sidewalk and pressed my ear to the front door, I could hear music coming from inside. I rang the doorbell twice anyway, just incase anyone else was home; I didn't want to go barging in! But after nobody came to the door, I walked inside myself. I was greeted by the wonderful smell of bacon and eggs. I walked around the corner and hugged Kevin. When we parted, I crossed my arms and glared at him, smirking at the same time. He kissed me, told me Happy
Anniversary, and told me to sit down. My first thought was
My dad's outside. So I went outside and saw the truck still in the driveway. I walked up to it and crossed my arms again. I couldn't believe they surprised me! They did, after all, have something up their sleeves! My dad smiled and said, "Ahh, we got you good!" and handed me my purse through the car window. He told me he'd see me later, and drove away. I went back in the house and watched Kevin cook for me. He made scrambled eggs, bacon, and pancakes. Breakfast was delicious and the most amazing surprise. I gave Kevin the scrapbook of our MySpace conversations and he laughed about each page, reminiscing on our life three years before.
Our fun-filled morning finally came to a close when his dad came home at around noon. I was dropped off at The School Zone and Kevin had to go to school at 1:00. I basically stayed in the back room for the rest of the day, until it was time to close the shop. My dad went out to eat with my mom and her friends for some school function they were having. So I was to lock up at the end of the day.
Kevin's family is always having issues with who gets what car for what day, and Kevin's brother Chris is always getting Kevin's car because he has school every day, all day long. It came to be 5:45, and I called Kevin to see if he had his car so I could be picked up by the time I got off work, at 6:00. Lo and behold, though, he didn't, and he had to wait for someone to get home, since he was home by himself at the time. Once his dad got home, though, he was told he wasn't allowed to take out his dad's car. Nor was he allowed to take out his mom's car when she got home. Yeah, I was pissed. Because then somehow it became MY fault that Kevin and I couldn't go out because I DON'T DRIVE.
Oh look, there's some of Lindsay's self-esteem. Oh! And there it goes! Bye-bye Lindsay's self-esteem!
So I kept calling my parents at the restaurant that they had been at since 4:00. Dad kept telling me that he could be at the shop in 10 minutes so he could pick us off and drop us off at Southlake. But I didn't want my dad to drop me off; I had to figure out a way to get Kevin and me out there by ourselves. So I sat on the counter after 6:00, after closing down the shop, turning off the lights, and locking the door from the inside so nobody would come inside. I had the phone pressed to my ear, talking to Kevin about everything from where we wanted to eat (a tie between Italian Bistro and Campania's Pizza and More) to what movie we wanted to see afterwards. Since Kevin's present to me was making breakfast for me, I wanted to take him out and pay for anything he wanted to do. But reality set in, and the time seemed to fly by, as it rarely does at The School Zone, and suddenly it was 7:00, 7:15, 7:30, and my anger got the best of me. I hung up with Kevin and called my dad to tell him what was going on and to beg him to take us to Southlake. They both left, went to go pick up Kevin, then came to pick me up from the shop. We were dropped off at the front, and then they left us. Kevin and I went to Campania's for supper, as we went there last year, and thought it would be a good tradition to begin. Alas, the bad events continued: when we asked for the rooftop seating, the waitress told us the rooftop was closed, due to the apparent rain we were supposed to be getting. We tried to make the best of it, and ordered Fettucini Alfredo. When our order came, though, it wasn't alfredo noodles, oh no, it was SPAGHETTI noodles. How dumb is that? Plus, it was super expensive, for some reason, and really gross, honestly. I paid, and we left. We went to go buy movie tickets, and found a showing for "I Love You, Man" at 9:15. I thought about it, and most movies are around two hours long. I didn't want my dad to have to come pick us up at 11:30. I called Dad and he said that it would be okay, since it was our anniversary, and he felt bad that Kevin's parents wouldn't let him drive.
Kevin and I walked around Southlake for a while before the movie started. Once it got to be around 9:00, we went back to the theater. I was very skeptical about this movie, though. I mean, really. It's about a guy who's getting married and doesn't have any guy friends, so he has to find the right guy to be his Best Man at his wedding. So he goes on a bajillion "bro-dates" and it just keeps getting weirder and weirder with each guy; one thinks he's gay, one IS gay, and the guy he ends up finding is a lonely bachelor who thinks girls are dumb. But I mean, to tell you the truth, that movie was AMAZING. It was hilarious and I could not stop laughing to save my life. I swear, every two minutes at least had a funny moment.
It came to be the end of the movie, and I called my dad to let him know it was over. He told me he was sitting in his truck outside of the theater, and had been for quite some time. Apparently the movie had run over a little bit. So we both got in the back seat, and I had to regrettably tell him good-bye, goodnight, and Happy Anniversary one more time.
All in all, it was an amazing day.