Justin called me from work and said he'd be working this Sunday out of town, so he was going to leave work early and work on the fence. He suggested that I should come home at lunch and visit him (I was going to go home as it was), and thought it would be a good opportunity to take some more pictures at the progress of our yard.
This is the section towards the front of the house that he had completed from eleven until when I came home, at about one.
There was a bit of mis-communication, and I thought Justin said he was going back to work, but then said he'd be finished the fence by the time I got home at 5:45. I figured there was no way he could get the rest of it finished, if that little bit had taken him so long, but let him believe it anyways. When I got home, the fence was completed (except for the cap that finishes off the top). I asked him again if he was home since eleven, and he was confused; he said he had already told me that when we saw each other at lunch. I then understood why he thought he could get it all done - and I appreciate all his hard work - it looks fabulous!
Last Friday night, Amanda and Lincoln picked me up at home, then we headed off to 7 Eleven to get some food. Lincoln bought two boxes of chicken wings, and a box of potato wedges. I bought a slurpee, a bag of beef jerky and a cup of candy. The eating started almost as soon as we got set up, and continued all night long; my jar was very sore by the end of the night, and I was telling people to take the food away from my reach. Lincoln's dad teasingly asked how we were going to fit into a wedding dress (me) and a bridesmaid dress (Amanda) in a month!I'm sure if you've never experienced Street Machine Weekend, or if your town doesn't do something similar, you might think we're a little messed up - but it's honestly a lot of fun. There are a couple requirements, however: good friends (plus a stand-by date never hurts, for when your fiance is out of town - this also happened five years ago on Justin's and my first street wheelers weekend), refreshing beverages (this year was water), lots of junk food, and nice cars to look at as they drive up and down the street.
At first Amanda and I were just sitting on the lowered tailgate on a folded blanket, then our bums were getting sore, so we were going to set up the lawn chairs on the grass behind the truck, then it occured to us (me I think) to put the lawn chairs in the box. What a perfect spot!
I saw a friend walk passed as we were sitting there; I knew Lincoln knew Damien, but I didn't know that they were now working at the same shop together (Damien just got hired). Lincoln, Damien and his dad all struck up a conversation. Then Damien's cousin, Carmen, stopped by, along with a friend Sara (and a whole bunch of other people I didn't know); I hadn't seen the two of them since we graduated. It's such a small world: Carmen, Damien and Lincoln all used to hang out back in high school. If Justin and Lincoln would have hung out more at that time, who knows, maybe him and I would have met back then!Saturday night was amazing! Nicole and I headed to the casino for supper (they have really good, cheap food - which I've talked about most times when her and Corey have come over recently), then to pick up a couple drinks (wine and Malibu rum), then to her shop to drink said wine, then finally out dancing at a country bar. One of Nicole's friends, Morgan, met us at Bos Hogs. She had brought a camera to document the night, but when we asked a random guy to take a picture of us, it slipped out of his hands, and broke on the ground - so no photos. We ended up getting most of our drinks bought by a couple guys that we met, we decided to be wing men, although did not do a good job! We stayed right until close, and walked home. Sunday we went back to pick up Nicole's car, and stopped to get a couple Booster Juices to help cure our headaches!
I really do feel it's best to jam-pack my weekends that Justin's out of town working with lots to do. But, I am looking forward to the next time, probably this Sunday: I plan on making a ton of sushi (and also eating a ton), and just kicking back at home.
