So, I blush at the attention my doting wife bestoes. What can I say, as all of you who know us (which is all of you) know that it took a combination of wit, talent, a dog and some drugs to doop my wife into loving me, but I had to nail that down. Now I would like to take a moment to gush about the things that I love about her... and then we'll be done with this chapter in blogging about each other and we'll go back to drunks on the subway.
I could write about her buckets of class, or her vats full of brains, or her deep well of sprit, but rather then focus on things that I can't post in picture form on a blog, I present the many hair styles of my wildly adored wife. Enjoy.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
I really think this photo speaks for itself...I somehow managed to land the funniest, handsomest, most creative, most loving, charming, (insert your own hyperbole here) man that I've ever met.
This started out as a thoughtful, meaningful post about all the things that I'm thankful for this year, and I still plan to do that, but my catch deserves his own post to tell him that he's the best thing that's ever happened to me. Tomorrow, we will share pie, and I will remember why I'm so thankful for my husband.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
So, maybe the best part of living in New York is that you get to share your life with millions of people. We all have our own lives and have no intrest in getting to know each other, but at times we share, or hear, or watch very intimate moments of each others' lives. It is just such a moment that I feel needs to be shared here.
Once, late--very late--at night we were riding the PATH train (the subway that heads under the Hudson and takes us to New Jersey--not only a subway but a Jersey subway). Our fellow passengers were, for the most part, wildy drunk. We had found seats which allowed us to sit and watch the performance that was about to take place.
Enter: Two deeply drunk men. They cross to train right and put themselves too close to two lesser drunk girls. The only way to really convey what happened is to put it in the form of a play, so ladies and gentelmen... 'The PATH Home: A True Story"
Steve: Hey, so where are you two going?
Kimberly & Jenny: Hoboken
Steve: Oh yeah, us to.
Greg: Yea, where are you two going?
Kimberly & Jenny: Uhh, Hoboken.
Greg: Oh Yeah!
Steve: Sorry about him, he's really drunk.
Greg: Ohhhh Yeah!
Steve: No really, he is so drunk!
Kimberly: Yeah we can see that.
Steve: Hey, kick him in the crotch.
Girls do not giggle
Steve: No, serious, kick him in the crotch.
Greg: Yeah! Go ahead, kick my crotch.
Jenny: Um, no thanks.
Girls back away
Greg: It's ok... you probably won't hit anything anyway.
Steve: He has very small testicals.
Greg: Yeah...but they get the job done.
Greg: If it's a very small job...I don't even know if you could call it a job.
At this point the train stops. Enter: Drunk Man Number 3. His drunkeness far surpasses the latter 2, and so the rest of the train ride is Greg and Steve trying to get drunk man number 3 (a complete stranger) to vomit on the train, while the passangers, like those on the sinking Titanic, all press to one end of the train to avoid the inevitable.
There is no moral to this story, but if there were, it would have to be: Drunk people are funny, unless you're trapped with them and they might throw-up.