I had a great time with Brad this weekend even if we ended up working all weekend on his photography website.    I mean we worked non-stop just about.  Which is ok with me because it was time mixed up with two of my favorite things:  web design and Brad.

Friday, Brad picked me up for lunch and we went to a chinese place.  We talked like we had never been apart.  I don't know about you but talking over the internet through email and chat just isn't the same as having them right there so you can look them in the eyes.  I was extremely glad to see him. 

After lunch, I had to go back to work but we agreed to meet back up at my house at 6.  I figured that Tristian was wanting to meet Brad (finally) and we could go grab a bite to eat and then come back to my place (oh that sound dirty doesn't it) ... and work on Brad's website.  That was the main reason for his trip down.  So Brad arrived.  Tristian was being all weird and would not get out of bed.  He came home from work and went to bed.  So Brad and I talked on the couch for a bit and caught up.  Tristian finally decided to get up and be an TOTAL EMBARRASSMENT.  Ohhh the things I could say about how he was acting.  I immediately had flash backs to the time when Mel came down and he showed her some toys we had in the first 10 minutes of meeting her.  And I ain't talking cars and baby doll toys either... if you know what I mean.  The whole thing was going somewhere bad and fast so I took some authorit-TI.  Yeah, I was being a bit bossy but Tristian had to know that I meant I wasn't putting up with any bullcrap.  He calmed down a little.  We had a nice dinner but I could tell that Brad was thinking that Tristian was a complete joke.  How could I tell?  I was thinking it louder than he was. 

After dinner we worked on the website for a few hours and Tristian went to bed.  I kept thinking, 'THANK GOODNESS!"  We got quit a bit done on the site that first night.  Actually, it was a bit tidious but Brad and I chatted and coded, chatted and coded.  It was kinda nice.  About 11:30 he headed back to his hotel and I headed into the house to do battle.  Tristian was up by now and I lite into him.  He tried to act like he didn't know what I was talking about but he did.  He knew I knew that he knew his behaviour was nothing short of moronic and I told him so.  We fussed about 10 minutes and he finally admited he was being an ass and said he would try not to embarrass me on purpose like that again. 

The next morning bright an early, Brad shows back up at my apartment.  We work steadly on the site.  Tristian gets up about 11:00.  He is much more reserved and more like his regular self.  He is terribly jealous because I have a guy friend.  I can tell.  But I am thinking that he should just get over himself.  I have lots of guy friends, I am just a little bit closer to Brad than the others is all.  By 1:00 Tristian is on his way to work.  Brad and I break for lunch about 2:30-3:00.  We ride up to Sonic and have a burger.  We sit in the car while Nickleback plays in the background.  We talk about all the freaks we knew and hung out with in high school.  Laughed at some of the stupid crap we did.  I doupped Brad out of paying the check.  Which was a wonderful victory since he kept buying me food and drinks all weekend.  I tried to stop him.  He keeps claiming that it will doesn't even begin to repay me for helping him with his website but I know deep down inside, he likes to treat the ladies fine.   Brad has always been a gentleman and I only hope some of it would rub off on Tristian.  I have to have long conversations with Tristian on why women like men to open doors for them and pull out chairs.  He hasn't gotten it yet.  Brad on the other hand has always been like that.  The boy has good character deep in his bones. 

After lunch, we worked more on the site.  We got to the point where we needed to load some images (lots of images) into the webshell so we decided to go to Brad's hotel and use the DSL they had there.  I had never used DSL in my life so you know to a big webpage computer dork like me, I was on cloud nine fiddling with the thing.  It was awesome.  (I bet some of you haven't gotten past the sentence that says I went to Brad's hotel have you?... Relax..  the hotel had a computer room in the hallway in his floor with see through glass doors.  Dirty minded reader... bad... bad!)  We worked on the website until Tristian got off of work at 9 pm.  We were both mentally drained.  Coding sucks the life out of you if you let it.  We left heading by to my apt.  But first we stopped at the drug store where Brad jumped out and bought some medicine for his allergies.  Poor thing had red puff eyes and he looked dogged tired.  I worked the boy too hard for one day, I could tell.  We stopped and got some Mickey D's through the drive through and then headed on home. 

Tristian was there when we got there.  He hadn't been home long.  He gave me this look coming in the door that said, "Man am I pissed at you!"  To which I was thinking, "I don't give a rip.  Ayrie's brain tired."  Brad hung around long enough to eat his fries and try to make polite conversation with Tristian.  Tristian was not rude but not polite either.  I thought, "Oh Lord... round two." 

Brad left.  Tristian and I chatted for a minute.  I could tell something was wrong.  I finally got him to tell me what and all I could preceive while he was bantering away was, "blah blah blahhhh, I'm a neandrathal.  Blah?  BLAH!"  I finally told him not to put me in a position to choose my friends over him.  I told him he would not be acting like this if it was one of my friends that was female came down.  (To admit he wouldn't.)  I told him I wasn't doing anything I wasn't suppose to and only hanging out and helping a friend that I have known over half my life.  I don't even get to see my friends that often and that he needed to just chill out.  I told him that the way he has been acting tells me alot about what he thinks about me and my character and that it will be in the back of mind somewhere for the rest of our marriage.  I argued that he was fine about the whole thing until Brad was actually here in the flesh but all the sudden he's all weird about it?  Didn't make sense to me.  I told him I would not make a choice over my husband or my friends.  And that if he forced me to it was just showing me that he was not acting in love towards me, but in some stupid jealousy thing.  What really shut him up was when I pointed out that he had not been acting out in love according to the bible's standards (1 Cor 13).  This made him really think... and think hard.  Then I think he finally realized what he was doing.  How he was acting.   We ended by agreeing to disagree on  the matter.  The whole fuss took about 20 minutes.  We were not mad at each other after that.  I was too tired to be.  In all actuality, before I went to the seminar last week I think I would have handled that whole thing alot differently.  In a way that would have totally put Tristian and I at wanting to choke each other.  So even though I was tired I was still diplomatic and that made the last day... Sunday alot better. 

Sunday, TIME CHANGE!  Man did that screw me up.  I remembered it changed but I didn't remember to set my clocks forward before I went to bed.  So I was an hour late meeting Brad.  Back in the computer room with the wonderful DSL.  I want some DSL so bad now.  I have been ruined... totally ruined.  We worked all morning.  Tristian slept in so about 12:30 I called him told him what we were doing.  Told him that Brad and I might get some lunch.  Invited Tristian.  Tristian acted interested.  Brad seemed a bit disappointed we weren't eating alone.  He would never let on but I got the vibe.  I told you.. we're like those twins in different states that burns her hand on the stove and the other one feels it.  We had a nice lunch with Tristian.  Tristian was better behaved but he was still being a bit macho... which is so stupid to me.  Tristian even made some comment like, "I think I should be in porno."  I busted out laughing and said, "Why?"  Brad laughed.  We looked at each other like, "Ha ha... he's trying to tell us he has a big one."  Then Tristian started talking about all the guys I dated when I was seeing him those first few months.  Which I didn't like at all because you never know what is coming out of his mouth next at this point.  Then Tristian said something about he must have been some kind catch if I married him.  Then Brad said, "Yeah a real catch huh?"  and winked at me.  I could not help but laugh.   Brad understood all too well. 

I tooks some pics of Brad at the end of the day and one before he left out.  It was really sad to think that he was on his way back to Tennessee. 

Tristian and I went to Birmingham for the rest of the day and my pictures can be found here.