Kristin has submitted her first post as MBTA writer for Bostonist. I’m so proud! She’s perfect. PERFECT! And she is working with (ish) Jon, another close friend and ones of my favorite people. Yay! This is my favorite line from the post:
Finally, passengers managed to catch a conductors’ attention by banging on windows, shouting and pressing their sad little faces against the glass.
Haha!
Last night, I got into bed and slept. I’d say I had a good night. I definitely slept tight. But you know what? I let the bedbugs bite! I don’t now how it happened, but I have now learned that one of two things happened:
Option 1: One bedbug crawled into my underwear and bit me 8 times on the ass
Option 2: Eight bedbugs crawled into my underwear and each bit me once on the ass
This does not please me. I wonder if it was that moth that made its way in as Katy left. However it went down, EUW!
In other news, Katy, I’m making Perciatelli again. If you wanna come get some grub before we head out, please do! But please, for the love of dog, don’t let the moths in!
Once a year, I talk about how much I hate Valentine’s Day. It’s never good. Last year, my boyfriend at the time was out of town for work on Valentine’s Day. I’d made reservations far in advance at this really nice Mediterranean restaurant. Since he had the trip, I rescheduled for later in the week… I barely spoke to him on the 14th because he was so busy working. On the 16th, I picked him up at the airport, and when we got home, he dumped me and moved across the country 5 days later. Fun times
This year, I’m single, which is maybe better than some other possibilities. I always feel bad for couples in new relationships around Valentine’s Day: “Do we celebrate? What about that L-word that’s floating around everywhere? Am I supposed to say it? Wait, I’m not ready. Shit, this is calling the entire relationship into question. Gah! Am I supposed to be buying a gift? And what cost is appropriate for someone I’ve only been dating a week, a month, two months. What is s/he expecting?” PRESSURE!
When I was in a happy long-term relationship with my ex-husband (yes, I was very happy… just because it ended doesn’t mean it wasn’t happy), we both hated the sentiment of Valentine’s Day. It’s such a Hallmark holiday. It’s forced affection. Plus, the restaurants are so packed with newer couples who are either feigning love or newly crazy in love. Who wants to compete with that?! What I much preferred were the spontaneous displays of affection. “Hey sweetie, you forgot to set the VCR for your favorite show before you left for choir. I did it for you.” (These were the days before TiVo!). “Look, I saw this CD at the store, and I knew you would love it, so I bought it for you.” “You look like you’re really enjoying that book you’re looking at. It’s on me.” Or… “You seem stressed. Let me put on some Ella. Just sit down. I’ll make you something to eat.” That’s what it’s all about… at least to me. The other stuff is just pretend.
I was thinking recently about how on talk shows, people are always talking about how “the magic” went out of their relationship. What a load of crap! They’ve been watching too many romantic comedies. I watch them, too, but maybe because I’ve seen a 40+ year relationship in action, I know that the really good stuff comes from years and years of shared experiences. Periods of distance, sitting in the same room engaged in parallel play, with intermittent passion, silliness, sorrow, and all the rest of it. Magic comes and goes, but the bond of being with someone over years is indescribably enriching. Not sure whether I’ll have it again, but I did have 9 1/2 years of it. It wasn’t perfect. I did a lot of things wrong, and I can’t say I won’t do more wrong things in future relationships, but they will probably be different wrong things. A relationship of that length and the recovery when it’s over teaches one many lessons that I wouldn’t trade in for anything. Not that divorce was a cakewalk (far from it), but it made me who I am today, so I never wish that it never happened.
Looking at my calendar for Valentine’s Day, all I have planned is an informational meeting with a local psychologist. His practice isn’t hiring, but he was very helpful on the phone, and my last one of these informational meetings brought many good ideas and good leads. Hopefully, this one will be similar. The other event on my calendar is much more important: Smoooochie’s (Veronica’s) Birthday. Now that’s something to celebrate. She has been a patient and loyal friend for about four and a half years now. She is much more cause for celebration than Valentine’s. So MY VDay is all about the Veronica… oh, and maybe I’ll arrange the cat food into little heart shapes for the girls. I’m sure they will LOVE that… “Meow, meow, meow. Hurry the fuck up, Mom!”
Here’s a little Valentine’s video to lighten up your emotional angst at being single or coupled on this strange holiday:
OR DID IT?!
Now even my mother knows what Aqua Teen Hunger Force is!
Here is a video of the guys hanging the offending objects:
Here’s the official apology on Adult Swim:
If you want to see the chronology of reports go from serious to not-so-serious over the course of yesterday, check out Bostonist or Universal Hub.
Speaking of things striking places, snow struck Raleigh today:
