Oh what a weekend

Mark came up this weekend and it was like one bad event after another that happened to us.

Mark's bus was over an hour late into bringing him to the bus station. He took an earlier bus and somehow the bus got them there later, and I think the bus driver was new considering the fact he kept driving around the bus terminal and not actually parking in it.

Next, one of my coworkers who met up with us at a club that night got so unbelievably trashed that she was a hot mess. You know the drunk girls you see that have their faces covered with their hair and you can't hear anything but sobs come out of their mouth? Oh and of course she was clutching a cell phone too.

Anyways, my weekend was great, Mark and I traveled to upstate New York to go to Robs cabin and hang out with his friends etc. It was something that is taken place out of a book. Everyone in the town seemed to friendly, polite and patient. The woods were a perfect tint of fall color and the cabin had this little bridge that crossed over a fast running stream. I had the biggest urge to sit with Mark on the bridge and just talk hold hands while the water flowed by. Probably one of my favorite noises ever to listen to.

Near the end of our upstate NY travels, after downing endless amounts of munchies, chili and alcohol, Mark and I took the 2 hour drive home where my car broke down almost 2 hours from home. Of course me in a panic I freaked out. If Mark wasn't there I don't think I would have made it out okay. My phone was on the verge of dying and I would have had no idea what to do. Mark kept me calm and helped me to remain positive. Something that I'm so thankful for.

He held my hand, told me things were going to be okay. He even took a day off of work just in case. I had planned on driving down to NYC that night with our friend Jay. :(. Unfortunately it didn't happen and Mark stayed an extra day.

I can honestly say that I have the best boyfriend in the world. Never has anyone been so caring about my feelings, been willing to meet my parents and want to spend every waking moment with me. Sometimes I wonder if I deserve such a thing and then I say to myself "well, why not?"

While driving Mark to the bus station, after we made it home and got situated (thanks Jay) Mark and I had a talk in the car and he said that I don't give myself enough credit. I don't know why, but for some reason the words that were coming out of his mouth led me to tears.

Is it because he sees something in me that I don't see for myself? I'm not sure. But in the mean time I'm going with this and trying to enjoy myself as much as possible. I have someone in my life who cares for me very much and I the same.

I guess this adventure was good, for the fact that Mark got to see how I act in situations and vice versa. I learn something new everyday :)