Update

Huh, I don't think I've ever been this long in posting before. And not for any particular reason, just because not much has been happening. Of course, not much happens all the time. Um....

While over at my mom's this past week my grandma called and asked if I would go to a baseball game on Sat to get her a bobble-head figure. I said sure before I knew I'd be spending the night at the Metrodome, as in sleeping in a chair outside the gates, in order to be one of the first in line. It might not have been so bad if I had gone home on Sat after I got the doll, but I decided to go to church (it was only four blocks away). So even though it's been five days I'm still tired. Needless to say I'm not doing that again, it was way more fun than I ever want to have again.

I was a little nervous about the whole thing because there were some hiccups in the works. First, grandma called to ask on the Tues before while I was at my mom's, so I wasn't prepared to stay out in the cold (it got down to 37° that night) all night. Then when grandma came to pick me up after rehearsal on Fri to take me to the Dome, she got a flat tire. Luckily there were a group of four young gentlemen who came over to help, unfortunately after they got all the lug-nuts off they couldn't get the tire to budge. By then the rest of the Messengers group came down to the parking lot and stood around in a group and gawked on the pretense of trying to figure out a solution.

Of course it was Dave who saved the day. He walked right to the center of the group of four guys, sat down in front of the stubborn tire and proceeded to kick the heck out of it, first on one side of the hub then on the other. After three good stomps the tire popped loose and everyone present applauded and cheered. On the one hand I was glad that the tire would finally get changed so I could get to the Dome and get this business of sleeping outside for a bit of plastic over with. But on the other hand the thought, directed at Dave, occurred to me of "stop doing that." Granted he didn't help to be helping me, he just helped because it was the right thing to do.

I thought I was over this whole situation, over him, but I guess I'm not. I thought I wasn't angry at him anymore, but he kind of surprised it out of me on Fri. Though now that I think of it, I wasn't angry at him specifically. I was angry because Dave isn't staying in the box I categorized him into, the 'bad guy'. That's where the thought of "stop doing that" came in, it's harder to be angry at Dave for being the 'bad guy' if he keeps doing good things.