Cloudy, cold, rainy again. Dreary like my mood today.
We were set for a glorious weekend. It was our first weekend trip with another couple. We had planned an overnight trip to the Brewery in St. Louis, followed by shopping and dinner at the Hill which is the historical Italian section of St. Louis, and ending with a night at the casino and hotel. It should have been an amazing experience.
It was a gorgeous day. The brewery tour was very crowded but fun. It was actually not much of a tour. We only saw the beer garden, the Clydesdale stable, and the Historial Brewhouse. We had drinks and appetizers in the beer garden. It was very nice. It is a very pretty facility.
We checked into our hotel and went to a bar in the Hill called Milo’s Bocce Ball Garden for predinner drinks. They have a large patio area with a bocce ball court. It was a lovely night.
The Hill in St.Louis is a charming area. It is a small neighborhood of Italian grocery stores, restaurants, bars and tiny shot gun houses.
We walked to Gian-Tony’s for an authentic Italian dinner. Then, we returned to the casino/hotel for a night of gambling and drinking. It was a very late night. The next day we breakfasted at Bob Evans and returned home.
I didn’t have a very good time. I felt trapped in a situation I could not control. I tried to be congenial but the other woman was a pain in the ass the whole time. She is high maintenance. She desperately wants her boyfriend to marry her and was constantly dropping hints, kissing and hugging him. She is desperate for attention and drama. She conjures drama everywhere. There was an incident at the brewery where she thought she saw a man choking his girlfriend. He just had his arm around her neck for Pete’s sake. There was another incident where an old woman was choking on her dinner and her companions were just sitting there watching her choke. The old woman was was fine – something had just gone down the wrong pipe. She wants to get involved – set people straight on what they should be doing. Ugh! She needs to mind her own business.
And then, my husband did not behave very well. He set himself up as a womanizer. He talked constantly about big bosom blonde waitresses and leered at pretty young girls. It was embarrassing and degrading and not like him at all.
Never again will I travel with another couple. Hopefully, there will not be any more invitations from this couple but I think they had a really good time and will probably want to do it again.
I can’t begin to sort out my feelings. I feel weepy and disconcerted. I have that urge to run away that I get whenever I am stressed out. I have no idea how to get back on track. I do not know how to start feeling happy again. I just want to crawl in bed where I feel safe.
But no, I’ve got work to do and that okay. I’m feeling kind of numb so I should be able to functions. I’m an introvert and I have just had too much interaction with people. Home is where I want to be. Alone, just me and my cats.
Weekly Goal: Rest, recover, indulge, and find something to be thankful for. I need chocolate, dancing, a massage, a warm bath, a good book to read, and maybe some shopping.
1. I am happy to be home. I love my house.❤️
2. I am thankful to have found a cleaning service I can afford and am eagerly anticipated their first visit tomorrow.
3. I am very happy with the ability to work at home.
4. I am so happy that I can sort out my feelings by writing this blog.
5. I am surprised to say that I am happy that today is Monday. I feel like I am starting a clean slate today.