This weekend, the boyfriend and I were both looking forward to a relaxing and uneventful weekend (read: fairly boring). Unfortunately, our weekends live 7 hours apart from one another.
However, while mine remained as uneventful as planned. His, not so much. He called to chat yesterday and I asked him what he had gotten up to. He said he'd had a pretty low-key Sunday. Then he got around to explaining his Saturday.
"Oh actually, I did get a call from this woman I know for some last-minute work on Saturday."
The fact that he was not immediately immediately forthcoming with the details was red flag number one.
"That's great! What did you do?"
"Oh, I just worked a trade show that was in town."
"Like, you just worked retail for the day?"
"No...no I just sort of, walked the show...
"wearing a silly costume..."
"What kind of silly costume? What are you talking about?"
"...A Spartan costume."
"So by trade show, you mean?"
That's correct. While I sat at home in the middle of a constant rural snowstorm all weekend like a sucker (a bored sucker, with pocket lint), my boyfriend was wandering around tables of vibrators while dressed as a Spartan warrior.
I laughed for about half an hour.