Here We Goooo...

Saturday:
Lenny and I met at my favorite barcade at 7:30.  We talked, had a few drinks, kissed, held hands, and tried to go to Mexico. 

When that fell through, we went back to his house and watched Little Miss Sunshine.  No, seriously, we WATCHED Little Miss Sunshine.  Well, until we both passed out (fully clothed) right before it ended. 

Sunday:
We wake up around 9am and decide that we're gong to go to breakfast.  And then breakfast turned into a bottomless mimosa brunch... that started at ten.  We invited a few friends, the drinks started flowing, and before long (actually, it wasn't very long at all, maybe an hour) the mimosas turned into straight champagne.  And then it was 2:00 and the champagne was gone.

So we moved to the next spot.  Before I knew it, I was having problems walking straight and it was 5:30.  We made our way to the Mexican place, got ourselves burritos, and stumbled back to his house. 

Within seconds I was  pantless and passed out on his bed. 
(My phone had died pretty early in the day, so he was quite the trooper and plugged it in for me after I passed out.)

I woke up at 9:30, realized we had been together for 26 hours and I had to work in the morning; I let him know I was leaving and bounced. 

Tuesday:
He texted me in the morning letting me know he found me a couch and said he'd drop it off after the Padres game.  Conveniently enough, I was also going to the Padres game (sepearately, and we didn't meet up; though I did see him and we texted through the whole thing). 

After the game, he brought the (sleeper!) sofa, moved it in, took the burrito I bought him after the game, and kissed me good-bye. 

So, if all else fails, at least I got a couch out of this whole deal... but I think in addition to the couch I got a crush.