(originally posted 9/26/2011)
Wednesday
(Ugh, I don't know what on earth is going on with my firefox, I'm not used to using IE but I'll do my best.)
Well, John and I are off work and at the bar again. I don't know
how much more often we are gonna go to this bar since they're converting
a big house into a dance club w a bar right across the street from our
house. John isn't thrilled by that. It doesn't matter to me. Oh! the
military wanted John to transfer to them since they're so impressed with
his performance. He didn't take them up on their offer, though. He
still wants his dream job.
This place is dead. John and I are the only ones here. John says he was actually hoping that Tate would come in so he could do some official questioning. I remind him that I'm not pressing charges. I feel bad enough that the whole town is talking about me in a negative way. THEY still call me a cheater. I've got to fix that, and I'm not doing it by going to court.
However, Tate is really getting on my nerves at work. Every time we bring someone into the ER he's all 'wink, wink, nudge, nudge' to the other doctors about me. I need to get a new job. Maybe a nice desk job? I could go apply at the local business high rise.
We're bored so we hit the dance floor. Hey! I'm getting better at
this! (this text box is driving me CRAZY! I wish it would stop bouncing
all over creation! I hate IE8 
)
Well, Tate doesn't come to the bar. So, John insists on going to
his house to 'have a chat'. Tate informs him that if he's not going to
launch an official investigation, he needs to back off.
John: Oh you don't even know what you're talking about, Tate. You're just green with envy.
Tate looks at him like he's gone mad.
I wanted to include this pic to point out that Tate and Brook have a daughter. She's Jamie. She literally ages up that night.
When John finally gets home, I'm asleep, but I hear him yelling as
yet another one of Marie's boobie traps activates. I hope we've found
'em all as I can't think of anywhere else she might've put one.
Thursday
After work, John calls me in from the garden. I finally get to meet
his brother, Eric. Now, this guy has gotten women pregnant all over
the neighborhood (ok maybe only2 not counting his wife) but he did it
out of wedlock so people aren't all nasty to him like they are me.
Anyway, he's nice and we have the stereo going so he asks me to dance.
John leaves for a bit to go ask the local lady running the café if
she knows anything about anything. (I think he's looking for dirt on
Tate.) She tells him the only problem she has with him is that he looks
down her shirt alot.
Well, Eric leaves, and I get ready for bed. I decide to go ahead and call work to quit. Happy dreams. 
Friday
I'm all excited as I go in to apply for a new job. Of course I get
it! Next, I go to the bookstore and get a few things. Then, off to
the consignment shop to sell a few things.
Oh so THIS is Ivana. Hmm, not a total dog. At least I know that
John's taste is consistent. She's real nasty to me, but has to have
good customer service anyway.
Naturally, I have to rub it in that John and I are doing great!
Me: Yes, John just absolutely ADORES my ratatouille recipe! Would you like to have it?
Ivana: No, thank you. I feed my men meat, it's what they need.
I shrug: I don't force him to not eat meat, that's my choice not his. But he sure does LOVE my veggie recipes.
Then, get this, she quits this job (SP taking over here) and now works with ME in the business profession.
John gets home from work, and we decide to go check out the new club
across the street. So far, so good! Oh, then Greg walks in. He
sneers at John. John gets that look in his eyes again. So, I take him
in the room that has the shuffleboard, darts, and foosball games set up.
We play, I loose, of course, but John feels better. Then he needs to
go to the restroom.
Then Greg comes over.....and asks me to dance? I'm like, well, ok.
He wanted to apologize for acting the way he did at the party last
weekend. He should've not said those things about me to Mason, but he
was still heartbroken over me. wha? He kissed me on the cheek and
headed over to the bar.
This guy is Roosevelt Batista. He just walks over and starts dancing with me.
Roosevelt: A pretty lady like you should not be alone. You should dance with me!
Me: Um, well, I AM here with my boyfriend.
Roosevelt: That man that just kissed you on the cheek and walked away? I would not leave you alone, but guard your safety all night.
Me: Um, no, my boyfriend actually had to use the restroom for a moment.
Roosevelt: You receive a kiss on the cheek from a man that is NOT your boyfriend?
Me: He's an ex, I guess.
Why do I have to explain myself to this stranger?
Roosevelt: Well, then he is a man that does not wish to be an ex, yes?
Me: I don't know.
Roosevelt smiles and leaves to go dance with someone else, after 'escorting' me into the main room. I see Tate walk in the door...
Me: Tate! I need to talk to you!
Tate: Hey, babe, what's up? Missed you at work today.
Me: You need to stop calling me that, and I quit.
Tate: Why?
Me: Well, mostly because of you. You need to leave me alone. John is getting a little crazy when it comes to you.
Tate's face falls: I really thought we could've had something, baby.
He reaches for me.
Me: Tate, you're married.
Tate: I told you, my marriage is pretty much over, and don't blame yourself.
Me: Good, because I don't blame myself.
Tate: Fine then. I'll not press my suit anymore. I was hoping you didn't mean it last weekend, but I guess you did.
About this time John finishes in the bathroom (wow, what a trip!), scowls at Tate, and takes me out on the dance floor. I told him that I had a talk with Tate, and to please leave him alone now.
John: Alright, I won't do anything unless you ask me to.
John: I just love you so much that seeing you with other men makes me crazy.
Me: Aw, baby. Don't worry about me. It's you I love.
John: I'm glad, because I have something I wanna ask you.
Then he kisses me right on the dance floor. (yes, that's the lady from the café in the background.)
John: Elena, would you REALLY make me the luckiest man in the universe and become my wife?
OH MY GOSH!!! I can't believe it!!! This is SO WONDERFUL!
Tate makes a choking noise and bangs his head on the wall. Greg scowls but keeps dancing.
Me: Yes! Yes! Yes! Of course I will!
Then he puts the gorgeous ring on my finger. (I like how the party effects machine plays off the ring in this pic)
John: Thank you.
Then he goes off to the bar to get us some drinks.
Tate and Greg start talking to me.
Greg: Elena, are you sure about this? Do you really wanna marry a guy with a paper jaw?
Tate: Erm, I think the term is glass jaw.
Greg: No, Tate, YOU'RE the one with the glass jaw. Hush.
I blink a few times, flabbergasted: Greg, he doesn't have a paper jaw or whatever, and if he did, that wouldn't matter to me.
Tate: Well, face it Elena, you DO need someone that's going to be able to protect you.
I glare at him.
Greg takes a step closer and puts his hands on my shoulders.
Greg: I just don't want you rushing into this. Marriage can be a real pain in the butt with the wrong person, I should know.
About this time I hear shattering glass. John walks over.
John: Would you just leave her alone?!
Greg: I was just asking her, as a friend, if she was making the right decision.
John: And why would marrying me NOT be the right decision.
Greg: Well, for one, this agression I'm witnessing right now. That would be awful, say, if you suddenly turned it around on her.
I'm just standing here still thinking about what Tate said about needing someone to protect me. What IS it with these guys? I get so lost in thought that before I know it...
Great. Just great. What a great opening night for a new club.
And this is supposed to be a celebration for us! Now John has to spend
it fighting.
Tate: Um, Elena, they're moving towards you...come over here.
We stand here for a minute, kind of dancing, kind of trying to stay out of the way. Naturally, John kicked Greg's butt. People were starting to get fed up and leave.
Wednesday
(Ugh, I don't know what on earth is going on with my firefox, I'm not used to using IE but I'll do my best.)
This place is dead. John and I are the only ones here. John says he was actually hoping that Tate would come in so he could do some official questioning. I remind him that I'm not pressing charges. I feel bad enough that the whole town is talking about me in a negative way. THEY still call me a cheater. I've got to fix that, and I'm not doing it by going to court.
However, Tate is really getting on my nerves at work. Every time we bring someone into the ER he's all 'wink, wink, nudge, nudge' to the other doctors about me. I need to get a new job. Maybe a nice desk job? I could go apply at the local business high rise.
)
Tate looks at him like he's gone mad.
Friday
Me: Yes, John just absolutely ADORES my ratatouille recipe! Would you like to have it?
Ivana: No, thank you. I feed my men meat, it's what they need.
I shrug: I don't force him to not eat meat, that's my choice not his. But he sure does LOVE my veggie recipes.
Then, get this, she quits this job (SP taking over here) and now works with ME in the business profession.
Roosevelt: A pretty lady like you should not be alone. You should dance with me!
Me: Um, well, I AM here with my boyfriend.
Roosevelt: That man that just kissed you on the cheek and walked away? I would not leave you alone, but guard your safety all night.
Me: Um, no, my boyfriend actually had to use the restroom for a moment.
Roosevelt: You receive a kiss on the cheek from a man that is NOT your boyfriend?
Me: He's an ex, I guess.
Why do I have to explain myself to this stranger?
Roosevelt: Well, then he is a man that does not wish to be an ex, yes?
Me: I don't know.
Roosevelt smiles and leaves to go dance with someone else, after 'escorting' me into the main room. I see Tate walk in the door...
Tate: Hey, babe, what's up? Missed you at work today.
Me: You need to stop calling me that, and I quit.
Tate: Why?
Me: Well, mostly because of you. You need to leave me alone. John is getting a little crazy when it comes to you.
Tate's face falls: I really thought we could've had something, baby.
Me: Tate, you're married.
Tate: I told you, my marriage is pretty much over, and don't blame yourself.
Me: Good, because I don't blame myself.
Tate: Fine then. I'll not press my suit anymore. I was hoping you didn't mean it last weekend, but I guess you did.
About this time John finishes in the bathroom (wow, what a trip!), scowls at Tate, and takes me out on the dance floor. I told him that I had a talk with Tate, and to please leave him alone now.
John: Alright, I won't do anything unless you ask me to.
John: I just love you so much that seeing you with other men makes me crazy.
Me: Aw, baby. Don't worry about me. It's you I love.
John: I'm glad, because I have something I wanna ask you.
Then he kisses me right on the dance floor. (yes, that's the lady from the café in the background.)
OH MY GOSH!!! I can't believe it!!! This is SO WONDERFUL!
Tate makes a choking noise and bangs his head on the wall. Greg scowls but keeps dancing.
Then he puts the gorgeous ring on my finger. (I like how the party effects machine plays off the ring in this pic)
Then he goes off to the bar to get us some drinks.
Greg: Elena, are you sure about this? Do you really wanna marry a guy with a paper jaw?
Tate: Erm, I think the term is glass jaw.
Greg: No, Tate, YOU'RE the one with the glass jaw. Hush.
I blink a few times, flabbergasted: Greg, he doesn't have a paper jaw or whatever, and if he did, that wouldn't matter to me.
Tate: Well, face it Elena, you DO need someone that's going to be able to protect you.
I glare at him.
Greg takes a step closer and puts his hands on my shoulders.
Greg: I just don't want you rushing into this. Marriage can be a real pain in the butt with the wrong person, I should know.
About this time I hear shattering glass. John walks over.
Greg: I was just asking her, as a friend, if she was making the right decision.
John: And why would marrying me NOT be the right decision.
Greg: Well, for one, this agression I'm witnessing right now. That would be awful, say, if you suddenly turned it around on her.
I'm just standing here still thinking about what Tate said about needing someone to protect me. What IS it with these guys? I get so lost in thought that before I know it...
We stand here for a minute, kind of dancing, kind of trying to stay out of the way. Naturally, John kicked Greg's butt. People were starting to get fed up and leave.
Me: Sure.
Somehow women's shoes got involved in the scuffle, and I have no idea how.
The place closed up in the next few minutes.
What a night! ^_^
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