July 2nd
Thila is watching the UFC fight on pay-per-view and being fascinated by his rental car (ford fusion) and wanted to stand in the road and take pictures of everything (yes, he was trying to do all of this at the same time)... i had to force him back in the house to finish watching the fight. I guess I should let him take the pictures of it all tomorrow. We went out to pizza with Zaida and Justin... that was his first driving experience... Justin explained everything amazingly. He seems to love it here and keeps saying how he doesn't want to go home... its only day 2.
I swear if the plan was to make him gain weight while he is here, we are already starting off really well... Peanut butter and Jelly (which he had never had before) and 2 hamburgers........ for breakfast...... last night we got a beer and a shot of tequila in him. tonight we got 2 or 3 pieces of pizza and a beer so far (no, I'm not encouraging him to drink beer this much but he keeps calling soda and juice "soap" and says its gross)
There is a Brasil flag hanging on my bathroom mirror. the top drawer in the bathroom now contains a comb, toothbrush, and sensodyne. his clothes are hanging in my closet. and apparently I'm starting to talk like him. Seriously I've never been so happy or in love in my life. I wish this never had to end.
July 3rd - 4th
We piled in the rental car with my step mom, my dad, and my step brother and headed to Reno/South Lake Tahoe/Fernley
We got there and couldnt find my family's house, so we drove through to Fernley and stayed there for a little bit with my mom and other family members... Then we got tired of waiting around and drove back to Reno and rented a cheap motel. Then we went into the city and took pictures and stuff. Then the next day we got up and drove to South Lake Tahoe for the fireworks. I got to spend 4th of July on the beach of South Lake Tahoe with my love... Then we got to see the fireworks and it was lovely.
July 11th
We went downtown. Old Sacramento is a gorgeous place to take pictures and he is so photogenic when its the right person behind the camera. He is beautiful. Its so easy to breathe with him close to me.
July 14th - 18th
We left for Vegas at almost 11pm, though we should have waited til about 4am to leave because when we got there it was one big waiting game... the entire time... not just waiting for our hotel room... getting pissed off because we cant find the parking garage in our hotel lot. Plus he was frustrated because he didn't understand why we were staying at the Fitzgerald on the first night and then the next night we would be on the strip... then the driving was another frustration entirely... then the lack of communication from the other couple we were with was enough to make both of us pissed off... All in all, Vegas was one big frustrating scene with tons of lights and people and heat. He enjoyed being able to take pictures and be in the crowd, whereas I enjoyed the soft comfy hotel bed... I didn't like the people I didn't like the heat I didn't like anything but being with him and being on that bed (the one in The Imperial Palace)... We gambled a little, he lost, I won it back for him. We went to the Eiffletower replica and watched the water show... we saw a pretty epic show outside of treasure island and ate some awesome food in various places.
July 22nd - 24th
With my dad and step mom and a rental car that gets jaw dropping amazing gas milage, we left for San Fransisco... then we took the 1 to Santa Cruz then jumped up to San Jose... all in 2 days.
SF was interesting... I don't think I've ever been more terrified of the driving before in my life. (even with the boyfriends idea that kissing me so my eyes were closed would be a good idea so i dont see the road or the craziness around us, it didn't work) we drove in a huge lane that was apparently a bike lane... we got lost... and our hotel was behind a gay bar... my dad and meu amante held hands on their way to the store to buy soda or whatever... and they were both drunk... and when they came back, my step mom and I were drunk and then my boyfriend tried to use my dads CPAP mask...
We got up around 9 or 10am and left for Santa Cruz... which we got to and realized that it was hosting a huge marathon, therefore all hotels were full and everything else in the town was too... like the roads... and everything... which I apparently slept through (thank you Dremamine!!)
So we left there and drove to Santa Clara for the night... at the Ramada I think... and it looked like something straight off IKEA showroom floors... and the bed was amazing. Then we went to some cute little bar called Blinky's and they had a few beers and I had a few Jagger bombs.... then we went back, smoked hookah, talked about business with the step mom while my dad slept, and then looked at wedding dresses even though we already talked about it and no we aren't getting married "soon".
Got up the next morning and drove to... San Jose? yea... and ate at... Chillis... across from the Winchester Mystery House... which we toured after eating. That was fun!!! So interesting... though we had a fucking drone for a tour guide and he sounded like a moron and talked like a radio commercial.
Then we left and headed home in the afternoon and got home at night.
The last few days.
We slept more, I cried more, he comforted me more, I cried more. Oh and he shopped more O____O and more and more... which included the purchase of two matching gorgeous custom engraved dogtag necklaces that one tag is a map and on the back of the map it says how many miles apart we are, and the other tag says (mine) his name/(his) my name that we got from Things Remembered.
The last day
We woke up and packed and drove to the airport even though I had cried a lot silently so I wasn't heard or barely seen crying. then we got to the airport and checked the bags and then we sat and waited... and cried... him crying more than me at first... which was shocking because all the men (other than my own dad) that I've ever known have all been afraid to cry... or just dont... I dont know why... but then my dad made us let go and he left. we cried a lot and said he would be here soon. which is fine. thats whats keeping me not as depressed... I know I'm not in this alone.
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