Happy Capricorn Season!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This day marks the start of a very wonderful time in all our lives: Capricorn season. Count your blessings and get ready to celebrate with your local Capricorn because their birthday is coming in hot very soon. Anyway, the other night I watched my parents wash the dishes together. My dad got up off the couch and asked my mom if she was ready to do the dishes and then they went and did the dishes. He would wash and she would rinse and honestly I attribute part of the success of their double team approach to how deep the sink is at home. Imagine if Omar and I tried to double team the dishes: it'd work to an extent but without the deep sinks there lacks the space for this kind of crowding at the sink. It's a cute idea though. I would def be down to try it one day, even at my apartment. Possible first date ideas? VB and I wash the dishes, not necessarily the ones from a dinner we just ate together but just a full sink after I've been lazy all week. Then comes the problem of who does which job with the double team approach though. I personally don't think I'd want anyone else to do the soap part. I just feel like my technique is really down pat and thorough and honestly clean dishes require a certain level of thoroughness that I wouldn't want to trust anyone else with. Maybe saying anyone else is dramatic but that's how I feel. Is this an issue of trust or an issue of skill? Why not both? Part my fault, part the other person's fault whoever has to suffer through partner washing with me. Except I don't think it would really be suffering because I'd be doing all the work, I mean I'm just giving them these clean dishes to rinse and place in the dish rack which really isn't that difficult. If anything, wouldn't the person I'm washing dishes with prefer that job? If I'm gonna go ahead and volunteer for the harder part because the Capricorn in me wants to do it herself then why curb such a weird manifestation of being controlling? I am asking a lot of questions today but this double team dish washing just got me really thinking. At the end of the day though I think it would be a good first date. If I relinquish control of the actual washing I'd be stepping out of my boundaries and regardless of whether it's a good date or not I've grown as a person. Then I could also screen this person on the dish washing date on their cleanliness with regard to dishes at the very least. It's a success whether I'm letting the Capricorn loose or not.
Yesterday I went to volleyball at some sportsplex that was 40 minutes away and advertised as free with my friend Jenny. Tragically we got there and were informed that we had to pay $10 for the night since the person who usually clears the fees wasn't working and the people currently working knew nothing about this free court usage. Having driven across the entire fucking nation though we decided to stay and pay up plus we're volleyball freaks so what else would we do with our winter break lmao. The crowd was okay, there were a couple people who were really good and everyone else was kinda scrappy so eh. Anyway, not too disappointed with the night except for when we were leaving I dropped my hydroflask on the floor. That clang when it the steel hit the ground was both deafening and heartbreaking. I've dropped my hydroflask before and it does have a dent but the old dent is essentially underneath the bottle and is pretty much hidden when placed on a surface. But last night? I had dropped her right on the edge of the bottom and now the bottle is no longer pristine. That tiny dent on the side is killing me, I'm so sad about it. I've had my hydroflask for like a year and a half and it's been such a good year and a half. Minor damage that could be overlooked but now she's damaged goods. I still love her and her 32 oz of vacuum insulated stainless steel. This is really just a mourning paragraph and while she's not dead and I'll still be using her daily I think this incident deserves an explicit mention. Also just wanna say fuck you and your floors to the sportsplex from last night.
Thought I was gonna be able to write a third paragraph before I went to volleyball tonight, lmao three nights in a row, but I'm slow as shit as we all know so I'm gonna stop it right here. I would really appreciate any condolences for my water bottle in the meantime. Hopefully I'm in the mood to write tomorrow but we'll see. As always though, stayed tuned for the drama of it all.