A great thing about my job and the B.F's is that we get to travel sporadically throughout the year. This week, the B.F. is off in L.A. for job training with a client. I'm incredibly jealous because L.A. is a place I should go. I would appreciate the shopping, culture, celebrities, beach and scene, but he won't. He hates, absolutely hates, W.6th in Cleveland, but I guarantee he'd go out to LAX or Les Deux just to spite me. That... makes me jealous. And, oh how I could continue to rack up my credit cards on S. Robertson Blvd. if only I were there.
However, now that I'm alone until Friday, I'm able to do those secret behavior things that I hide when he's around. I can watch all my guilty pleasure shows without hearing some smart ass response from him like, "Allison, you are way out of MTV's demographic to be watching that."
Plus, I can watch all my shows live instead of replaying when he's not around. Although I do make him watch Grey's Anatomy because he doesn't complain too much when that's on. If I have to watch something on the discovery channel about fire ants, you better believe I'm making you watch doctor drama in the E.R.
I can even paint the living room/dining room whatever color I want because he's not around. I'm heavily considering painting just 2 walls in our apartment without him. He thinks I'll ruin the furniture or get it "all over the ceiling" like I did in my old place. OK-- that was an accident and I'll be much more careful this time around. I'm just wondering if I'm asking for a big fucking fight if I whip out my paint brush and pull a DaVinci on the living space. It's just a standard warm, beige color. Good or bad idea? You be the judge.