Drama Pride!

This weekend was the Providence pride. I had forgotten about Providence, but Nish called Friday to ask if we’d be interested in going. Ronny said sure, so I told him to come back to my place right after he finished work on Saturday. Nish called at 3:45 to see what we were up to. Just as I told him Ronny wasn’t back from work, yet, he beeped in. I switched to over to Ronny. He was at the mall with his sister and was asking if I wanted anything from the food court. He said he’d get the food and by right over. So I told Nish to plan for 4:30, and I’d call back in like half an hour. Ronny showed up at 4:10. I told him we were leaving in a few minutes, but I wanted to eat in RI anyway. So we put his McD’s in the fridge, he took a shower, and I called Nish. Nish was late, so we got on the road about 4:50. Ronny complained to me that I made him hurry up, and we waited anyway.

Nish dropped us off at the Providence Place mall and then headed off to meet someone for a first date. We ate at Cheesecake Factory, and wandered around the festivities. Caught Kristine W’s live performance. She sang, played guitar, and wailed on the sax live. No Ashlee mix-ups for this dance diva! She hit Feel What You Want, so I was happy. Nish kept calling to say he was on his way, which turned out to be a darker-than-white shade of a lie. He was basically stringing us along (we had ridden in with him, so needed to meet back up). The parade was about 8:30 to 9:15. Nish showed up around 10:30. (The date went very well.) Ronny was getting extremely petulant about wanting to go home. Nish wanted to go out. I wanted to go out, too, but figured I shouldn’t fight Ronny too much. Plus, I had seen Sergio at the parade. He didn’t see me, so nothing happened, but I had a strong feeling if we went to the club, we’d bump into him. And I really didn’t feel like going through that. Ronny’s getting angry, and Nish says it’s really all my fault for suggesting we ride together when I ‘knew’ this would happen. Yeah thanks. In the end, Nish found some friends who could give him a ride home, so he let us take his car back. Ronny would not even speak to me the whole way home. I tried a kiss good-night, and he just turned away.

In the morning, he gets up, starts getting dressed, and still isn’t speaking. I ask him where he’s going, and he just says “home.” I ask why. He wants to watch the soccer game (Brazil was playing at 11.) He couldn’t watch it at my place because he wanted the announcing in Portuguese, and I don’t get that channel. Though I do get Univision, which has Spanish announcers. He came back over around 3:30 and wanted to go to Sears to buy an air conditioner for his room. I suggested Best Buy, but was shot down. I asked why he was so mad at me. He said we wasn’t mad, he had just been too tired to talk on the way home. I mentioned the kiss part, and he said, OK, he was a little upset, but not mad. I didn’t get any more than that.

Drove to Sears, he didn’t like the ones they had, so we wandered the mall a bit. I was kind of hungry, but he said he was not. As we passed a vending machine he decided he was thirsty. I suggested the food court instead, so I could get some food. When we get there he decides he wants a salad, so I showed him the make-your-own-salad place. I said I was heading to Arby’s to get a sandwich, and he gets all grouchy again, he wanted me to ‘help’ him. After showing him the scale at the register, I again said I wanted to head over to Arby’s. He snaps about why I won’t stay by him. So I snapped back that I was the one who was hungry in the first place, and I wanted to go get some food while he was getting his. He must have realized I was right because he dropped that one. After eating, we stopped at Best Buy (the guy locked the door after we came in – it was 6:10). They have their display models plugged in, so you can see how cold or noisy they get. After listening to them, and feeling the air, we picked a little Fridgidaire unit. The sales guy stops by, and Ronny asks how noisy they are. So the guy goes through the whole spiel about turning them on and listening to them. I still don’t know why we went through that twice. He seems to think stores always have additional items or information or pricing or sales or whatnot hidden away in a secret room that you can’t access unless you ask. Maybe it’s a Brazilian thing… But he bought the Fridgidaire. So, I was right. We could have gone to the Best Buy near my house, rather than go all the way to Sears, but I suppose he’s happier knowing he looked there. Incidentally, Sears would probably sell more units if they ran some power and let you turn on the air conditioners, like Best Buy lets you do.

Next weekend is NYC pride, and I had been trying to get ahold of a friend who lives there, but have been unsuccessful. I had told Ronny a month ago to take that weekend off. So, if NY doesn’t work out, I was thinking of doing Chocolate Buffet on Saturday and Six Flags on Sunday. On the drive back from A/C shopping, I ask if he still has next weekend off. He says he didn’t ask yet. Then complains that I never make any plans to do anything fun. I point out that I made plans this weekend, last weekend, and even for next weekend, but things never work out right. I also point out that it’s hard to make plans when he works all the time. He replies that he doesn’t work All the time, and we can do things on Saturdays. I bring up the night before (lightly). He doesn’t see how his work schedule had anything to do with that. I mention that if he didn’t want to be asleep by 9pm, we could have had more fun. He grumbles about how he needs to work, missing the starting point of the ‘discussion.’ I let it drop. Tuesday he starts at 4am, so Monday night I will try to follow up on weekend scheduling, but may not get a chance.