Whiney whine whine!
Barring flight cancellations due to snowstorms, I’m off to New York City (said in the voice of the salsa ad some of you are probably too young to recall) tomorrow afternoon. Except I’m actually off to New Jersey first, to stay a night with my husband’s best friend and his wife and their young kids. These people scare the shit out of me. First, there’s their million dollar house. He works in some consulting firm thingy in Manhattan and makes MAD bucks, so dropping a mil is no big deal. They’re probably a little ashamed of their cheap house, and tell their friends it cost two million. Then there’s the the fact that they are both super attractive, super fashionable, and kind of weirdly aggressive. Must be a New Yorker thing. And then there’s the kids. The last time I saw them was the summer we started trying, and their daughter was maybe 10 months old. She was the first baby I’d seen my husband hold, and I remember thinking how good it looked on him and how it wouldn’t be long before we’d have our own. Now they’ve got another one.
UGG! I’m not in the mood! I’ve spent very little time with these people, so it’s not like we have any kind of rapport. It’s just going to be 15 or so hours of feeling inadequate on every damn front. I’m short! I’m plain! I’m barren! I’m depressed!
And FUCK, I just realized I have to figure out what to do about the no drinking thing! I know lots of you face this on a regular basis, but since we rarely see other people, I’ve been largely spared that experience. Maybe I’ll pretend to be on cold meds? I have NO IDEA.
On the less self-pitying front, I am definitely looking forward to the New York City part. The band we’re seeing is called The Ma.gne.tic F.ield.s, and they’re the band my husband and I fell in love to. We’ve seen them several times and they put on a fantastic show. I’ll get my husband to take a picture of the City Bunny outfit ya’ll helped me put together so you can admire your handiwork. Finch, I’ll be thinking of you and hoping, hoping, hoping!