I'm in California.
I showed up last night, at about midnight. Just took a cab from the airport and showed up in front of Sasha's house. Knowing she probably had an early photoshoot, or interview, or acting class, or something...but I was there, and I needed to sleep somewhere, so I knocked on her door.
She came to the door half asleep and annoyed. But her face changed completely as soon as she saw me. It went from shock to awe, and, finally, a huge grin stretched across her face and she pulled me inside. I think my bag sat on her front porch for about an hour before I even realized I had left it out there...but that really didn't matter.
The whole night consisted of sleeping...well, kissing, talking, more kissing, more things O:-), and then passing out on her bed. I was right, she did have an early appointment with Mr. Nicks to talk about next season, but I guess she's probably just exhausted at the rink right now. I'll probably go over there soon and bring her some coffee or something. That's the good, boyfriend-ly thing to do, right? Well, fiancee-ly thing to do, I guess.
It just seemed like such a crime not to see her during her break. Because, as Michelle said, as busy as she is, she usually doesn't mind seeing me. And I don't minnd sitting around while she goes and does her many activities. There's a price to dating a celebrity...and the bext skater in the world (yeah, I'm a little proud.)