Pending Nuptials, FormerBoys

I love me some Pre-Husband. I feel a comfort with him that I haven't felt in a while...maybe ever. I know he's the right person for me. I've even naturally toned down the crazy, which, I think, is a direct result of living with him and his amazing calming presence.

Watching Treme with him on the sofa last night was one of the best times I've had all week (also: anyone who's read this freaking thing even once knows I'm obsessed with all things NOLA).

That said, our wedding and subsequent marriage (which I'm so excited for) has got me thinking about dudes from my past.

I hate that I want everything to be fine with everyone. I hate that there's motherfuckers out there who don't know how I feel, and therefore they think I am evil. I hate that I had (have?) the tendency to express myself poorly, therefore hurting other people when it's the LAST thing I want to do.

That's all for now, I'm getting all googly. Maybe more later. Yeah. More later.

I Hate Even Giving This Any Attention

Oh, bloody, bloody freaking hell.

Gorilla Coffee: where I spend much of my work-from-home, writing, time-wasting days.

The coffee is like rocket fuel. Just how I motherfucking like it.

Apparently they treat their employees like dirtola. The Slope has been all abuzz with news of their re-opening, their non-reopening, etc.

I'm not going to be able to go back there, am I?

Sigh.

PS: check out my new favorite site Fucked in Park Slope for more insight into my punkass hood.

That is all.

This is Just Fantastic

Hedwig comes back at the end of this year. She's Broadway bound.

God, I love her.

Swoon

My obsession/dreams about Dr. Gregory House are turning into gross fan fiction. Well, actually, not really. Sometimes they're a little sweeter than that. I want to fix him. Last night I dreamed that Dr.Wilson and I were talking. In the course of the conversation, I asked him "what have you done for me lately?" And then I cut myself off saying "I know, I know, you sign my paychecks" (evidently I worked for him). Then he said (this part makes me giddy) "I'm also going to find you a husband." You see, he meant House. He is House's best friend, and wants the best for him always. Catty as ever, though, I retorted, "yeah, but I don't want him just to be forced to go out with me...I don't want this to be a Cameron thing..."(Sigh. If you don't watch the show, Cameron loves House. It's unrequited.) House and I hook up a few times...you know...brief makeouts, etc. Then I wake up, outlandishly disappointed, as per usual. (Did I mention I'm engaged? I love you honey!)

Every spring I get all giddy and happy and want to go galavanting and carousing and running around the neighborhood.

Woohoo!

Did I mention...

So thanks for your help on that last post, blog-readers far and wide....

I realize that since I hadn't blogged in a long time, those who know me simply in blogland don't know that Boy and I are tying the knot on October 16th of Twenty-Ten.

He asked me while we were out to dinner for his birthday, in January. We went to James, in Prospect Heights. I remember it being a lovely place, and I remember the nice staff leaving us alone when we wanted, and giving us free champagne when we wanted.

We're finally going to make an honest girl out of Giapants.

(This is an old photo of her. She's so big now!)
Hockey season starts soon, and I'll write more later.

Thanks, again, birds!

Please Weigh In

Hi Friends,

I know. I've been gone. I also know I start every post that way, lately, which sucks. Well, yesterday was my birthday, which is when I tend to make resolutions, so hopefully that will change.

Anyway, I've got a little story for ya, a bit of an ethical situation, perhaps, and as much as I hate to make y'all do work, I'm gonna need you to weigh in.

Here it goes.

Bella and Buster dated, a long time ago. They began their courtship in 2001-ish, dated for several years, lived together for some of those years, and parted as amicably as two people in such a situation can.

During their living-together stint, Buster had a job more consistently than did Bella. Buster paid a lot more than his fair share of the bills and rent until Bella got a job. Buster was great.

Bella would tell him, "Buster, when we are in the situation to do so, I will help you with your old debt to make it up to you."

Bella got a job, and everything started to equal out. Bella started to pay her share, but they didn't hack into Buster's debt yet. Over the duration of their relationship, Bella's mom, who lived in the same city, tried to do little things for them all the time. She bought Buster four new tires when he needed one. She took them on extravagant (albeit, family) trips to Spain, Italy, and Las Vegas (though that was because Bella's mom wanted to see Celine Dion, and she basically forced the fam to do the same, so we can't expect Buster to be too grateful for that. Sorry Celine). She gave Buster a surprise 30th birthday party. She paid for movers for the two lovers when they needed one.

So, unfortunately, the day came when the young couple split up. Nothing dramatic happened, no cheating, lying, or stealing. Just a realization that the two were not well suited to each other.

Years pass. The two see each other occasionally, being that they have mutual friends. While it's not the most comfortable situation on earth, it's not horrible, either.

One day, about four years post break-up (timeline is iffy, bear with me), Buster tells Bella how disappointed he is that she has never helped him with his debt. Bella retorts "why, Buster, we broke up a zillion years ago! Surely it's not still my responsibility to help you with debt accrued before we were even together!"

Buster disagrees. Buster insists. Buster wants money from Bella. Bella brings up all the ways she thinks their relationship evened out, money-wise, in the past, but Buster was not having it. Bella brings up that they both have new lives and this is not how the world works; Buster disagrees.

Bella wonders why Buster has waited so long to bring this up. Bella then finds out that Buster has proposed to his current girlfriend (rings are expensive!).

Debate ensues.

So we ask: does Bella owe Buster money after the fact? Many years after? Tell us. If she does, that's cool, too. Bella can take it.

No Real Title; Of Course There's Dogstuff At The End...

I had an apartment, a long time ago. It was going to be the first time I lived without a roommate. My apartment was freaking adorable. It had two front doors, for some reason.

The first person who wanted to move in was a really good friend/boss/twice-sex-buddy, who I will call Smith. Smith and I hung out together one of the first nights I lived in the new place. We went out, I'm SURE we got drunk as skunks, and somehow got locked out of my apartment. We had to break in. There was a piece of wood sticking out of the stoop of the apartment next door, advertising that the house was protected by some sort of security system. Smith took the wood out of the ground and proceeded to jam my window open with it. We crawled in. I can't remember what happened that "we" decided he wouldn't live with me, but it never happened, so I'm sure we came to some sort of agreement. I liked sleeping with him, though. We certainly had an affinity towards each other, and while "affinity" doesn't sound superhot, it made for sex that was. Who knows why.

After Smith, my wackadoodle blond friend wanted to move in with me. Would this have been fun? Yes. Would either of us have made it out of that situation alive? No. Again, I hate when people ask, then answer, their own questions, but it works here. No blond wackadoodle. End of discussion.

So, Smith, then BW. After that, I enjoyed an extremely short stint of living alone. I got cable. I bought a green sofa. Four days later, a friend of a friend, barely known to me at the time, had to move in. I forget how this happened, but I know that one day when I came home from work, all his crap was there. We had two front doors.

Living with him was way more fun than living alone would have been. I particularly remember one night: he was sleeping in the room next to mine, a mutual friend of ours, JC, was over, sleeping in my bed with me, and JC's dog was between us. It was perfectly still, and I was the only one in the house awake. I wasn't bored, and I just remember feeling perfectly safe, happy to be breathing under the same roof as these people. I miss that feeling. It lasted only for a second.

A booty call ruined it. Dude. To this day I wish I never answered that phone, and that I could have gotten a few more minutes of the peace-feeling. The booty call guy was a really good guy (and it actually turned out that I was the only one who thought we were booty-calling; he thought it was more relationshippy), but I could have done without it that particular night.

Weird, that this stands out as a regret of mine.

PS: Gia gets fixed tomorrow!