Fourth of July Fun

Mood:

Listening to: Megan Thee Stallion’s Best You Ever Had

Today was a roller coaster. Work was so, so slow. Everyone had plans to go out and do other things besides tasting wine at a vineyard, I don’t blame them, it’s a holiday weekend. While at work, when a lead asked me if I wanted any food put in for lunch, I suggested since it was so dead, perhaps I leave early. Big mistake, huge. They said they would revisit the idea in a few hours. I shouldn’t have asked because looking back, I ended up staying the longest. I got to watch all of these people go home while I was left behind. Oh well, I was making money. I got my busiest toward the end of my shift, I had three tables in two hours which was more than I did all day. I made people smile, gave them “bonus pours” and enhanced our reputation by doing so.

I was excited to get off work early because A. Mum had the day off (she is in the middle of a four day weekend) and B. Mark had invited me to his house to celebrate the Fourth of July. I got out of work around 8:30pm, stopped by Taco Bell on the way to his house for some dinner because I knew that I wasn’t going to want what they had for dinner (potato and pea curry), then wound up at his around 9pm. Vivian, Mark, and Mark’s Mum were outside, hanging out, lighting sparklers and smoke bombs. Vivian was having such a great time! We were waiting for Jackie and her girlfriend/boyfriend/non-binary-whatever to arrive before blowing up the big stuff. I got to chat with his Mum, learn how disappointed she is in her kids, and how she feels like she’s nearing the end of her life. I really, really want to make her birthday special somehow. I know Mark will probably bake a cake but I want to gather some “Why I Love my Wife/ Mom/Grandma” cards and put them together. Her birthday isn’t until August so I have time. My original intention was to take Vivian home with me after the firework show but it was after 11pm and I wanted to get to bed and be ready for work tomorrow. Mark didn’t have an issue so I was glad. We said our goodbyes and everybody went inside. I went to my car, got in, started it up, and began choosing a song. I noticed Mark had come outside and was heading for my car. When he approached the window, I rolled it down and he leaned in for a kiss. My heart flew to the moon and back. It was like a silent gesture, him saying “I’m really glad that you were here.” It was nice. It was nice to be a little family again. I wish he and my Mum would get along for the ultimate perfect family portrait for me but I don’t think that will ever happen. Anyway, I drove home smiling.

‘Twas a good day.