aw, that's sweet

Last night, when we got home from visiting the boyfriend's family in Brookline ( I was in your hood again!), there were a couple of messages on the answering machine. The most important one was from our friend John, or Crotch, as he is affectionately known, asking the boyfriend what he was doing next May 22nd. Our little Crotch is getting married and wants the boyfriend to be one of his groomsmen. Awww. That means I get to see the boyfriend and all of our grungy friends dressed up in tuxedoes. That will be too funny.
So, we'll be spending another weekend in lovely Athens, Ohio *snort*. The last time we were there was two years ago for this girl Beverly's wedding. Beverly was Crotch's old girlfriend. At the time, Crotch and his bride-to-be had just started dating. Of course, I, the party-crasher, showed up to that ultra-Christian wedding three months pregnant and not married, choking back some vomit while making fun of the pastor during the ceremony. Little did I know that the pastor's wife was sitting right next to me. Sigh. I'm really such a liability.
Crotch and his fiance are really into Jesus but they're generally not too irritating about it (“You're my friend and all but you should repent and stuff”). Crotch has become increasingly conservative in his beliefs, political and otherwise, which is disheartening, but what can you do? I like his fiance. They came to visit me right after I had the baby and she was sweet enough to make him this cute little blanket that we still use. They had a hard time hiding their discomfort with the fact that I was curled up on the couch in sweatpants, fighting off a uterine infection and getting teary every five minutes, but who can blame them?
Hopefully this wedding will be a little more fun. Beverly's was kind of small and low-key and the DJ absolutely sucked.

Other exciting (for me) news from last night: my grandparents gave my mom and I early birthday presents…an Oreck vacuum cleaner, an Oreck handheld vacuum and a very sleek Rowenta iron. I'm way too excited. Our current vacuum cleaner is this chrome Kirby monstrosity from 1981. It weighs at least 20 pounds and has one of those ridiculous headlights on the front. It is a humongous pain to carry up and down the steps so, consequently, I never vacuum. That bugs my mom. But I'll definitely be doing some damage with that puppy.
Anyway, stuff to do. Later.

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