(I'm also reading Anna Karenina, sloooooooooowly. Anna Karenina is no Jane Eyre, I'll say that. But it's early days, maybe it will pick up.)
I met Bride Boy sometime in the '80s when we both worked for Planned Parenthood, and at first he was barely on my radar; he seemed about 14 years old. (Look at that adorable baby face!) But his essential awesomeness quickly became clear and we became great friends — though our alliance was cemented for life when we decided to road-trip to Chicago, his hometown and the residence of my soon-to-be-former Best Male Friend, TNT, a college friend. We had so much fun; we talked and talked and talked, we played tons of music that we mostly agreed on (he was appalled that I made him listen to "The Best of Barbara Mandrell," and I had a similar reaction to his Grateful Dead tape. But mostly we agreed), we splurged on a nice hotel on our last night of the trip and swam in their pool, and he took a picture of me lounging on the piano (I forgot to ask Husband to scan it — stay tuned!) — just, total fun. And we got along the whole time! With very few arguments!*
One of our last discussions concerned whether I would drive him all the way home or drop him off at (I think) the T stop. While this unresolved question hung in the air, we stopped to fill my car with gas. It was his turn to pay, but he had to go to the bathroom or something, so I told the attendant what to do. Here is a transcript:**
- Attendant: Hi, what'll it be?
- Me: Fill 'er up, please.
- Attendant: Premium?
- Me (only half listening): Yeah, sure.
- Bride Boy (from a billion feet away): Premium??? You are definitely taking me home!!
My best friends tend to be female, but I really like having guy friends too.
So! Happy birthday, my dear friend of so many years. I hope your day was wonderful.
Today is one of my crazy days of going from thing to thing to thing: This morning I'm taking two editing tests (I may have a new client, which would be fantastic) and proofing some more Snowy pages, Math Practice will be early since it's an early release day in the elementary schools, then I'm helping at the middle school's Book Fair (the only volunteer thing I ever do at Martini's school) and bringing home Martini's glock while he's at his after-school LARP program (don't ask), I've got an editing job for this afternoon (due first thing tomorrow), and I end my day at zumba. Whee! Watch me go.
There's snow on the ground, Husband just shoveled our front steps, yet tomorrow is predicted to be 50 degrees. I love a New England winter! (Bride Boy, don't you miss it? Come back to me!)
Love to all,
* I say that we argue all the time. He says that we never argue, we simply have interesting and provocative discussions. I will simply note that he channeled his ability to sustain an interesting and provocative discussion into a paying career: He is a lawyer.
** I remember everything. He forgets details and thinks I'm a freak because I remember everything. This is something we