It’s been my first full week as a Married Woman. I’ve gotten used to the ring, since I’ve always worn rings without compunction on my left ring finger and this one is just a little slimmer, simpler, and a truckload more symbolic. It still sends pretty little shockwaves of happiness through me, though, when I see the ring on Stuart’s hand. This little voice in my brain goes, “OH! MY! GOD! WE’RE! MARRIED! EEEIIIEE!” Actually, that little voice is really Biscuit’s voice.
This week we’ve: gone over to Biscuit/Patches’ house within a day of our return, just because I was so homesick for everyone as soon as I got back to NY. We drank apple cider and hashed out all the drama we’d missed. And how!
We’ve also: paid all our bills, done everything on our little chalkboard to-do list, and found a lot of extra time for snuggling on the couch.
And let’s not forget: hosted the PWSWM (minus one sick fishy) for homemade Maine applesauce, rich delicious pound cake, and a vat of mulled wine big enough to drown a badger in. Not that you would, mind.
That was the same night we: went up on our rooftop to watch the eclipse and I swear it looked like the Man had been punched in the mouth and blood was slowly spreading all over his face, also, that guy was totally about to check out porn on his computer across the way and if I get kicked out of my apartment for the terrifying belly-laugh of MWAH HA HA evil that Biscuit released into the bathroom window well, we’re moving into his place.
And yesterday, don’t forget, was Thursday, so we: gathered with the Tribal Troops over at Swift, for beer and spuds. The funniest thing that happened last night, other than the general hilarity that is Kate and I being able to quote all of Eddie Izzard’s Dress to Kill between us…
Guy in Bar (grabbing my shoulder): Hey! My friend here, he just got divorced!
Me (missing only the beat it took me to decide NOT to say “fuck you!”, and holding up my left hand): And I just got married!
So that was LAST night, and tonight, O Joy of Joys, is our first official Date Night, so we’re going to: have dinner at Westville, grab a cupcake at Magnolia’s (Stuart’s first!) to enjoy while we saunter over to the East Village to see I Heart Huckabees.
And while a little tiny part of me misses having Date Night with the girls, I’m really looking forward to this.
Especially the cupcakes.

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