Through The Looking Glass

I feel left out!

Of course, it was my choice. It is a holiday weekend, we have a houseguest, and I do not feel like tying myself to my computer.

Unfortunately, in trying to read all my friends’ blogs, I have tied myself to my computer.

In LOTR: TTT News…

How is it possible that I didn’t notice before just how attractive Eomer is? Oh, right. Because he isn’t. The actor, however, is the cat’s meow.

For example, the DVD of The Two Towers has been sitting next to the TV since 4:00 this afternoon. That’s almost three hours! I could have watched the whole movie! But did I? No. Why not? To prove that I love Will more than Tiny Sam.

I wonder if we will have time to watch it before we pick John up at the airport.

You know John? My friend who is visiting us this weekend that I am so excited to be seeing? I hate him.

He mailed my birthday present and ordered me not to open it until he is here. This is so unfair. It is sitting there, mocking me. Also, I don’t have a gift for him (his birthday is about two weeks before mine) and I feel guilty.

In other news, Capitol One is retarded. They send Will about seven million credit card offers a week. We replied to one of them, because it was a good offer. He was turned down because of some crap or other. Then we received a new offer for an alternate card that was not quite as great a deal, but still an improvement over our current credit card. We applied for it and were turned down because we’d applied for another card from them in the last two months. That was last week or the week before. Today we received another offer from them.

They have killed a few too many trees on their mail campaign to keep rejecting us for pre-fucking-approved cards for such questionable reasons. (Yes, I know that pre-approved no longer means anything. But it is really ridiculous.)

In May, Will’s father visited. While he was here, he bought me a fuchsia plant for the front balcony. I wanted a fuchsia specifically because there are some hummingbirds who hang around the trees outside of our building and I was hoping to lure them to my yummy plant.

This morning, as I was watching The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert, I glanced out the screen door and saw a hummingbird flittering about my plant. It actually ate from one of the few open blossoms! I almost died of happiness.

Tomorrow, my friend John arrives at LAX for a long weekend of debauchery. (By debauchery, I mean that we will watch The Two Towers and a whole lot of Buffy.) We haven’t seen each other since I was last in Chicago, about 13 months ago. I am So. Fucking. Excited.

Yesterday we met duskfire from the WD. Anyone who knows who she is may now proceed to be incredibly jealous. If you don’t know who she is, you are either blind or not a member of the WD. Maybe both.

Will and I had a date today. It was truly excellent and I doubt I will do it justice in my description. Oh well — I was there.

I woke up and made myself coffee, which unfortunately was a disaster. My plan was to use the espresso machine and just run a little extra water through, but somehow I fucked it up. I was determined to drink it, though, because I’ve done that before and had it work, so I was angry at myself. About two (disappointing) sips in, Will got out of bed and kissed me good morning. I cried about my coffee and he took it away and came back with a cappucino for me. Then I played with the computer and he made himself bacon. (Um. He cooked it. It was already bacon.)

After a brief chat with my mom, Will and I both showered and got dressed. I know that isn’t very exciting (except maybe to Matt), but as long as I am writing about the day in detail, I figure it’s worth mentioning.

We drove to the library where I dropped off our books and paid the late fees (oops), and then we drove over to Larchmont and went to our favorite sushi restaurant. I ate all of the Unagi on the west coast, and Will had…I don’t know, I was preoccupied. But I’m sure it was good.

We wandered around window shopping for a bit, then drove to the ArcLight Theater. We checked out the cafe, where Will had a bourbon and I had a cappucino and some creme brulee. The we settled into our seats just in time for the previews preceding Open Range. We both loved the movie, though I don’t recommend it unless you enjoy westerns.

After the movie we ran home, because I am not organized enough to take my pills with me when I might not be home by 7:30, and then went grocery shopping. On the way home we picked up fast food. We pride ourselves in our eccentricity. Sushi for lunch, Popeye’s and Taco Bell for dinner. Shut up.

Now I am sitting at the computer, feeling fat and happy, and Will is watching the special features on the House of 1000 Corpses DVD. He also feels fat and happy. And what more could anyone ask for?

My mom just emailed me some pictures of our friend Melanie’s children. Radha, Everett, and David. Her fourth child, Henry, died of SIDS 5 1/2 years ago. That makes David nearly 6 (he and Henry are twins), Everett 7, and Radha 8 1/2.

Un-fucking-believable. When I met Melanie, she was about 6 months pregnant with Radha. I first held Radha when she was a week old. She had very long fingers. I didn’t meet Everett until he was 3 or 4 months old, because I was living in another city when he was born. We fell in love instantly. His first word was “Annika,” at only 4 months. The first time he held out his arms to be picked up, it was to me. I lived with them for about a year, and while I’m certain he knew Melanie was Mommy, he had practically no preference between us unless he was hungry (he found out the hard way* that my breasts weren’t useful). David and Henry were born while I was away at college, and I met them at Christmas, when they were 2 months old. My mother and I went with Melanie and all the children to Sam’s Club, and I had David in one of those snuggly baby carriers, like a backpack on your belly. People kept coming up to me and complimenting me on my beautiful baby, and being shocked when I pointed out his twin brother. I reluctantly explained that they weren’t mine.

When Henry died I got a phone call at 8:00 in the morning from my friend Emily. I went into shock – absolute shock. I couldn’t eat, or do anything really, all day. I somehow made it through my classes. Sometime that night I got sick of my friends trying to be helpful and sympathetic, and went off to see this boy I knew. He and I had recently amused all of our friends by announcing our engagement, despite not being involved with each other. It was…I don’t know. It was funny at the time. He gave me a drink and told me a joke and kissed me. I slapped him. Then I kissed him, and wound up sleeping in his room. He was (mostly) a perfect gentleman. Bless him.

The second-to-last time I saw Everett (he and I were closest, though I love all of my babies), he spotted me from across a crowded room and came running. He was probably 3 at the time, and hadn’t seen me in a year. When he turns 18 I just might marry him. Except, you know, ewww.

*I was bathing him, and the easiest way was to just get into the tub with him, because he was so tiny and the kichen sink was, well, full of dishes. Man alive, was that ever the strangest sensation! When a 6 month old baby latches on, there isn’t much you can do about it.

I haven’t updated in a few days because I have been (in theory) writing a longish entry about respect.

However, because I get annoyed when my friends don’t update, I thought I’d write something here in the meantime.

Will and I have a full weekend coming up. On Friday evening we’re hosting the second meeting of our writers group. I am both excited and annoyed about this, as I am still not sure which of my five million projects I feel like working on, and therefore showing to the group.

On Saturday we’re going on a date. This is, of course, assuming that we aren’t too lazy. We kind of suck. The plan right now is to go to a matinee of Open Range and then go out for sushi.

On Sunday we’re having lunch with some friends, for Roxanne’s birthday. Then we’re meeting Duskfire (from the WD) and I’ll cook dinner. I still don’t know what I’m going to cook. She can’t eat spicy foods! I will have to be creative.

In other news, the number of posts lately at the WD about people wanting to have sex with Beth are starting to piss me off. I saw her first, damn it.

Thank you. That is all.

I’ve decided that actually writing out my thoughts in complete sentences is a total waste of time. Taking a page from THE INCREDIBLE HULK, I will from now on only write the pertinent words.

Weekend good. GREAT! Movies, movies, movies, pizza. Cassie. Chris Melissa HAMMER MOVIE. Geoff cowboys leftovers. Geoff like food I cook. YAY.

Will nice. Will sunburned. Will GREAT.

THE END.

Last night our beloved friend Sean came over. We made a ridiculously good dinner and tried to weasel some Everwood spoilers out of him. He stuck to his guns and only told me stuff that’s already been in the trades. The WB has, apparently, approved a ten-year-old girl using the word “shit” during primetime. I am SO PROUD. Also, my beloved Abbots will be having more fun, and Rose will have more screentime. This may be the only series I am excited about for the fall.

However. After Sean left I turned on the TV to see if New York had power yet – actually, on the assumption that they didn’t, to see what the skyline looked like. ABC was in commercial so I flipped over to NBC and what did I see, much to my surprise? Queer Eye For The Straight Guy! A full hour this time! I NBC. It was the episode with the urban cowboy who wanted to propose to his girlfriend. Neither Will nor I shed any tears at the end, I swear!

I hate being a girl! I want Ted! Or any of the others, for that matter. Except Carson. I adore Carson, but there is no way I could live with him. He can visit.

In totally unrelated news, today Saren is six. I love you, Saren.