I flew to Detroit this morning and am at my parents’ house for Christmas. I really have no plans until Monday, when I’m having lunch with a friend. I can’t say that I’m looking forward to two days of either complete inactivity or tagging along with my brother on his last-minute shopping. Either option sucks.

Met Mark for dinner last night downtown. Thank God he was paying, because it turned into an expensive evening. We went to Jillian’s, a restaurant/arcade/bowling alley. Dinner, which was pretty good, was about $25. Then we went upstairs to the arcade. You buy a card with a certain amount of points on it. The points for each game you play is subtracted automatically. I don’t know what possessed him, but he put $40 on the card! Most of the games were lame, but we did have a challenging game of air hockey (he beat me 7-6). Afterwards, we bowled. We ended up bowling three games each, mainly because I kicked his ass in the first two — and I’m a pretty crappy bowler. In the second game, I won 112 to 54! He beat me by five points in the third game, only because he rolled a strike in the last frame. All in all, he spent over $100. Oh well. I have a suspicion that he makes more money than I do!

I got annoyed with him while we were bowling, because it’s like he has to make everything into something funny. It gets old. I even asked him why he had to be so sarcastic all of the time. Like, I was teasing him after I trounced him, saying on our next day we could do something I’m no good at … but there really isn’t anything that I’m not good at. He said, “Oh, I can think of one thing!” I asked him what and of course he wouldn’t elaborate. He was teasing me after some friend called him (a woman) and I was like, whatever, I could have gotten laid last night (Ryan was sniffing around) …

Why am I focusing on the negatives? Is it him? Or is it just me?

I don’t know … it’s just hard to open your heart to someone using sarcasm to hide his. At least I realize now how annoying my use of sarcasm as a defense mechanism is. As I told Mark last night, “Baby, your games don’t work on me, ’cause I play ‘em all too …”

∗ Posted by Monique on 12.23.2005
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