My phone woke me up at 11. I was prepared then to across the border to begin my afternoon around that area. But I checked my texts and saw that *****y, who on Friday wanted to push our session back two hours now wanted to see if I could come today/Sunday. I have plans to work on donating my car and then going to the United FC Match. Also, and more importantly, *****y has flaked on me like this in the past, and I was in no mood to accommodate her. So, we cancelled. Well, actually, we postponed, but I don't know when the hell I can see her again. I just know that we agreed on yesterday/Saturday, and she initially sounded really excited about it. But I didn't like her attitude. First, she said wanted to delay because she was working like a dog and she wants to look good for me. She's gorgeous, but frankly, I'm not going to see her because of her looks. And then, when we decided to delay, she said, "That's too bad." Huh? She first begged me to change the appointment of our HJ (a second time, mind you), but to me, she now sounded like she was calling the shots when she definitely is not. Finally, when she told me she is working out of town on weekends, and I asked her as what, she shut me down. Excuse me? Not a fan of small talk now that you blew me off? Are you an assassin -- is that why you can't say what you do?
Again, she's done this before, but I've come back to her with my erection in my hands, so this will be no different. But fuck her, I don't want to see her right now. I'll stick to my women who can keep an appointed time, thank you very much.
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*****y's blow-off was one of a few signs that convinced me to change my schedule. It was raining outside, and while I don't think crossing a bridge over the St. Croix River is dangerous in that weather, I would rather not do so, especially in an area of the country I've never been to. Finally, my boss texted asking if I could come in to work. I was initially going to stick to my (altered) plans of going to Wisconsin in the afternoon, but I couldn't pass up making a bit more money, and besides, I could drive in the evening when it's drier.
So, I worked in the afternoon. And even though I didn't at first want to go out in the evening, I did my beer-shopping/lottery ticket-getting then, setting Sun blasting glare everywhere notwithstanding. So glad that I could buy individual bottles of Spotted Cow. However, when I tried cashing in Father's winning Mega Millions ticket, the cashier at the Circle K said I couldn't because it was too old. Father bought this ticket in October, and I thought you had a year before it expires. But I just looked up the Wisconsin Lottery FAQ, and it says you have only 180 days. In Minnesota it's a year, and I guess I assumed that year time period was universal when it's not.
Oh, well. I still promised Father I would get Powerball tickets for him, and I promised the same for my sister, who wanted one once I told her I was going across the border. Nonetheless, I have to face this fact: If I knew that I couldn't cash in this ticket, I wouldn't have gone across the river into Wisconsin, and I wouldn't have bought any beer. This would have, and maybe should have, blown up all my big plans of making a daytrip out of Stillwater, Minn., and Houlton, Wisc.
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Oh, and to top it all off, Mother wanted me to go to Target to buy some miniature apples. Well, at first, when I told my parents after dinner I was going, she asked me to where. And I find that so fucking intrusive that I told her, "I'm going out, OK?" because I didn't want them to know my business ... even though I realized that they would know I crossed the border once I gave Father the Powerball tickets I bought for him. Anyway, she asked because she wanted to know if I was going to Target because she heard these mini-apples were sweet and delicious. I actually hit up a Target on my way back because I wanted to pick up some POM. I tried them last night; they're ... OK.
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No, it wasn't necessary to drive to Wisconsin and back, because of both my plans with *****y falling through and because of the expired lottery ticket. But I want to note that me driving to the liquor store, and then to the gas station, and then to Target on the Minnesota side, took less than two hours. I know that the Twin Cities lies relatively close to Wisconsin, but that trip is a tad longer than going out to see my brother and sister-in-law and niece at their home in Carver County. The border is still fairly far away, and it's not a trip I think I should be doing regularly. But still, two hours only? And my car seems to be in good shape? I have to admit that I had fun last/Saturday night driving by myself to these far-flung places, I really did.
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