The Ring Toss

Is the best game at the carnival. Despite the fact that I only know one person who ever wins.

Finally, a post that has nothing to do with my car

I was talking to a friend yesterday about how money complicates relationships (more precisely how relationships complicate money) and I remembered a funny story.

It was January in Boston, the coldest week all year, my first winter after graduating and leaving sunny AZ. D was out visiting and we sort of figuring out what the hell we were going to do about "this long distance thing". We were both totally broke (I was 1st year salary and he worked at a gift shop while applying to grad school) and after pooling our money and getting our cell phones turned back on we had $15 to last until pay-day on Wednesday (this was Saturday). We decided the smartest thing to do was spend the afternoon at the Side Bar with a $4 pitcher of pbr and ten 10c wings. This brought us down to $10, but we both agreed it was money well spent. We figured out a plan, that we'd use 6 of the remaining 10 to get 2 student passes to the Mapparium and Christian Science Museum on Sunday (shut up, it's really a neat place) then spend the last of it on peanut butter and bread so we'd have something to eat until Wednesday. Luckily we had already bought subway passes.

It was a good plan. We were stoked.

I got up to use the bathroom, and when I got back D sat grinning at me over the new pitcher of PBR. He wanted so much to make me happy that he decided to surprise me with a new pitcher. "Look what I did!" he said. "Surprise!" The confused look on my face must have made him wonder what was wrong. Suddenly his grin turned to a look of horror. "oh shit" "Did you just spend $4 on that?" "oh shit. I forgot" "but we just talked about it 5 minutes ago" "i know. shit. sorry." "you just forgot the second I left the table?" (sheepish look) "yeeaah"

I had never loved him more. He was so excited about doing something to make us happy that he didn't even remember he was spending nearly half of our money on it. And I didn't care. We skipped the mapparium and ate peanut butter sandwiches and it was great.

I don't know that I have a point, but that event has kind of stuck with me in the "remembering what's important" section of my brain. Also, it was pretty f-ing hilarious at the time. Maybe I'll have some philosophical revelation about life and relationships later. But...that's all for now!

Choose your path and follow it, take your pill and swallow it. (Alternate title: A Girl and Her Volvo, a tragic love story)

Hi Friends-
Sorry for the long hiatus. I haven't been posting fun blogs for you to read because I've been SPENDING ALL MY TIME WITH YOU INSTEAD.

So it appears the Volvo Gods have caught up with me. After tempting fate myriad times in the past few weeks (how was I supposed to know it was REALLY going to run out of gas) the folks who gave me the car more than a year ago, called me today and, um, kinda sorta want it back. Yeah. Which is excellent timing because I just spent a ton of money on it, I'm halfway through my cross country road trip and my every possession is stuffed inside (save one running shoe, which got left unwittingly under my bed in SB).

But it's hard to stay mad. Life is pretty excellent, I'm psyched about what the next few months will bring, I just got back from a pretty fabulous whirlwind trip to Vegas (thanks), and I get to hang out in a great city for the next few weeks.

Funny post will be coming soon, but for now this is all I got.