Because I’m all kinds of out of sorts and I think that downing a couple martinis at the bar sounds like just the ticket.
I’m half-working on the syllabus for this tutorial, half watching Law & Order (all the variations…one or the other of them is always on), mostly drinking an appletini. GB has spent the afternoon procrastinating and not studying by watching four episodes of Bonanza and then talking me into watching The Bad News Bears with him, but now he thinks he’s so close to studying that getting drunk with me is probably a bad idea (he’s undoubtedly right, of course).
And all my other friends seem to be AWOL: IB has an excuse, of course, since she’s got that toddler-at-home thing going on. The Other Bumper Pool Boy–who will now be known as Jason, because that is totally not his name–has another date with another girl he met online. The Squirrel has a date. [The Squirrel has a date! With a stranger! Do you realize how weird that is??] Bad Idea is…well, not an option, because I’m not nearly drunk or stupid enough to do that. And the Wrangler and I are not really at going-to-the-bar stage yet, and I’ve never been a big fan of hanging with Blanche anyway. Even when, you know, my other boyfriend fiance was dating her.* Which leaves me here–not in a funk, exactly, but feeling like a big ol’ bender would work out just fine, and trying to settle in and focus on this damn syllabus.
Keep the appletinis coming….
*See what I did there? I have to say I’m not a huge fan of the word, though I do feel a little better about it after learning that the French fiancer (to betroth) comes from the Old French fier, to trust. I like that.
Coming up in the blog-future, eventually: the story about how I did this before, swore I’d never do it again and that the whole thing was a giant tool of the patriarchy, waited 10 years, and then decided–with really good reasons, I think–that it’s a damn fine idea after all.
January 28, 2006 at 10:57 pm
am I out of it for not understanding the use of the term “fiance” in this post?
January 28, 2006 at 11:05 pm
B*, you’re not out of it. I’m being all uber-cool (uber-dorky, more like it) by dropping “fiance” in there as if I’d already told y’all that GB and I are getting hitched this spring. But I haven’t told y’all that yet, so I thought I’d just slip it in there all casual like, but now I think it was just obscure. Sorry. Want an appletini? 🙂
January 28, 2006 at 11:18 pm
congrats!!!!!!!!
I thought that was what you meant, but I thought I’d call you out and make you say it out loud to all of us.
YAY!
January 28, 2006 at 11:31 pm
Woohoo!!!!
I have more to say, but I’ll confine myself to the “woohoo!” for now.
😀
January 28, 2006 at 11:46 pm
I’ll meet you for a martini! Hell, come on over here and I’ll mix them myself. I had a hella strong one last night and am starting to look longingly in the direction of the gin bottle again…
And hey: congrats! It’s not a tool of the patriarchy if you’re aware that it is/might be/can be said tool of said patriarchy.
[bonus captcha! rwalphd: reading while all liquored, ph.d.]
January 29, 2006 at 12:16 am
Congratulations, lb. I’ve been getting drunk without a reason, but I’m happy to drink now to your impending nuptuals.
January 29, 2006 at 10:44 am
Oh my god — that is HUGE news! Congratulations! And I WISH I could meet you at the bar!
January 30, 2006 at 3:20 pm
Congratulations, LB!!! That was pretty sneaky what you did there!!
Someone said this to me when I spontaneously decided to enter into the damn fine institution of marriage 19 months ago:
“may your love be modern enough to survive the times and old-fashioned enough to last forever.”
Or something like that. Anyway, I liked it. And now, I pass it on to you and GB. I think it’s cool. And, a damn fine idea!!