He said yes...

This week has been somewhat uneventful. Well, more uneventful then previous weeks where all I talk about is Banh Mi and the Breeders. I went to Trader Joe's on lunch with Don, who brought up the point that I haven't been posting lately (this ones for you...kinda) so I thought "what the hell" mind as well write something. Work was stupid this week, as in nothing happening, except the gross incompetence that runs rampant through that place (wait?.....Gypsy's are real people??)

so the trek to TJ's was a welcome respite. We went and meandered, talked about movies and what not. Don is one of my favorite people to converse with on literature and film. We have fairly similar taste and an uncanny ability to make fun of anything and everything, even if it is delightful. That is a rare quality to find in a friend, so I appreciate him all the more. But enough with that. I got home to a completely blacked out street, Joe with more pancake mix than I ever thought someone could possibly purchase (we now have three GIANT boxes in the pantry), and the burning need for a bottle of wine and my awful (yet comfy) white grandma sweater. I just wanted to sit on the couch, eat Mexican take out and watch the always riveting Friday edition of Chicago Tonight followed by Check Please. About this time is when I am tipsy enough to either A) fall asleep on the couch whilst muttering something about me being old

B) revisit the insane pile of magazines that we have collected over the year until I fall asleep on top of said pile

C) futs around on the Internet 

D) all of the above in various orders

Tonight it was option C. I was waiting to go to bed (lights out at 9pm at this house) I went online and to my joy found a myspace message from one of my dearest friends Carol.

Carol and Elijah ( other dear friend) took off to Philly a few years ago to do the noble thing of helping out with aging grandparents. With that it has been a sad time for me, as we all lived together (and each went through and attended each others various divorces/breakups)

so when they left it was saying goodbye to my nearest and dearest family.

C is an amazing artist, and we asked her to draw our wedding invitations for us. While C and I were conversing on the subject, I mentioned it to her about talking to E about giving me away at our wedding (for those of you who don't know e, he doesn't like the phone, and is most likely to interpretive dance a conversation with you than actually have a 'live' one.) Occasionally we have been known to meet up in each others dreams and catch each other up, so obviously conventional contacting doesn't work well and carrier pigeons are a messy lot. so I didn't think much of it, and not thinking c would mention anything to him. Ohh and for those of you who don't know me very well, I don't speak to either of my parents or any other affiliated members of my family.They are a disaster, and tend to make me reach for all sorts of unhealthy recreational abuses, so it just works out better. so I guess she has been asking him to check his email and wanted to know if he heard from me. Finally he couldn't take it, so C just blurted it out, and with a resounding YES, he said he would love to do it, as long as he could wear the leather accoutrement's that his costume requires. she sent me a note post haste regarding the yes and the leather, and I said yes to both, finally emailed e about it, and I can say that i am in tears that my dearest e (i dare say we have been siblings at least 5 lifetimes through which can be irritating but more so lovely....after the fighting) will be the one to give me away. ::sigh:: with that dear reader, i bid you adieu, have a lovely night and may your dreams be beautiful.