While my family spent time together in San Diego, exchanged presents and ate good food, I got to spend Christmas alone. I spent 12 hours cleaning my house, I ate two Fig Newtons and some cheese and crackers for my Christmas dinner and stared at the ceiling until I finally fell asleep.
So, how exactly did this happen? Where is my loving boyfriend? Oh, he decided on Christmas morning that he should drive to San Juan because his new surfboard landed today…and that I should stay home and clean the house because we have guests arriving today. It just so happens that Stefans best friend is flying into San Juan on Christmas (late at night) too, so after consulting with his buddies when he was out surfing, he decided that it would be selfish if he drove to San Juan to pick up his surfboard and didn’t wait the extra 10 hours to pick up his buddy.
Yes folks, that’s right, “selfish”. That is the exact word Stefan used.
So, off Stefan goes at 1pm, to make the 2 hour drive to San Juan in order to pick up his new surfboard and then wait in San Juan until Connor and Diannes flight arrives at 12am. Then, Stefan was supposed to transport Connor, Dianna and his precious new surfboard back home by 3am.
Notice that I said “supposed to”.
That’s because I awoke at 7:30am this morning, alone. No Stefan, no Connor, no Dianne and most importantly, no surfboard (yes, I’m being sarcastic). Now, what would you think if your friends were supposed to be here late last night and they are currently 5 hours late? Yep. They must be dead on the side of the road. Right? Now, normally you would just call said friends and see where the fuck they are, but shortly after Stefan drove off on his valiant mission, my cell phone ran out of batteries. And my phone charger is in the truck that he drove off to San Juan in. (That also left me alone on Christmas, with no food in the house and no phone to call my family to wish them a merry Christmas…rad.) So, I wake up frantic because my boyfriend MUST be dead because there really can’t be any other reason why he would be 5 hours late after ditching me on Christmas, I contrive a device to suck the last seconds of juice out of my cell phone and was able to retrieve the following voicemail from Stefan,
“Hey babe, it’s 1am and Connor and Diannes flight has arrived safely. Unfortunately my board is stuck in customs, so we’re going to spend the night in San Juan and hopefully we’ll be back in Rincon, surfing by noon…”
OH. So Stefan spent Christmas at an expensive hotel in the city, had an excellent Christmas dinner at some fancy restaurant, gambled at one of the casinos in San Juan and hung out with his best friend and his wife. Cool. I’m glad to hear that they are going to try and make it home soon so they can go surfing…