If you don't want to hear me gush about my boyfriend, stop reading now.
Because this is a pretty mushy gush right here.
I went up to my boyfriend’s place after work Thursday night, and spent the night. Friday morning, he set up the projector in the living room and put on My Little Pony (GIGANTIC PONIES TOOK UP THE WHOLE WALL!), while he made me breakfast for me. Oh, and while I was watching My Little Pony, I was laying on a stuffed teddy bear that was BIGGER THAN I AM that he got me for my birthday present. He got himself a matching one too, so now we both have matching teddybear bean bags essentially lol. So we sat on our bears and ate breakfast of french toast and eggs and drank mimosas while watching MLP together. <3
He had to go to work for a while, so I bummed around in his super comfortable bed watching Doctor Who and napping all day long. I needed some relaxing time.
When he got off work we went out to his favorite sushi place for dinner, which was really really good. But the story isn’t over there. He told every person in our area and all of the chefs that it was my birthday, so EVERYONE AROUND US got me SMASHED. Like HAMMERED. As in, 2 beers and around 15 shots of sake DRUNK AF. The sushi and new bottles of sake didn’t stop coming. I told the Chinese girls sitting next to us that I was a Dragon and they were like IT’S YOUR YEAR!!! HERE, DRINK MORE SAKE!!! We started pouring sake for the chefs too, and had the chefs and waiters drinking with us. We were loud and obnoxious and we had a great time.
It was pretty magical. @_@
Except the forgetting part of what happened. I don’t remember getting or eating the last roll we ordered, and I don’t remember leaving the sushi place, or going to bed. All I remember after a certain point was dessert, where they turned all the lights off and the whole restaurant sang happy birthday to me. Then I remember being at his apartment and being very ill. I don’t remember getting in bed.
I woke up at 7:30am while Chase was getting ready to go back to work. I realized that I had PJs on, and there was a glass of water with a sippy straw next to me. I realized I didn’t remember it, but he went off to work again after dinner, around 11pm, and got home at 1am. He didn’t want to wake me up, so he slept at the foot of the bed. He’s. Just. That. Amazing. And. Sweet.
He’s amazing and takes such good care of me. And he drank a lot of shots for me as I passed them off to him because I was already too drunk. ;.; He made sure I was okay, put me in PJs, made me drink water, and left asprin by the sink for when I got up. All that after getting me a ridiculously huge teddy bear, making me breakfast and watching MLP with me.