215. surprise, surprise

December 6th, 2009 § 9 Comments

Chris left a week ago for California. Then, after getting back from a reading at the art museum, I was sitting alone in my empty apartment when I got a call. It was Chris, telling me to go stand on the front porch. So I did, because I always do what he tells me to do (just kidding), and there he was — standing across the street like some kind of dude out of your cheesiest “rom-com.”

He’s here for the weekend on a surprise visit, and it’s been altogether too brief; mostly, all we did today was clean my horribly dirty apartment, parts of which he was completely appalled by (sorry, living alone causes me to sink into a pit of grossness). But maybe one of the best parts of having your partner around is the fact that when you go to take out the trash, totally oblivious of how weird you might look, he will stop you in the middle of the kitchen and say, HOLD ON A SECOND, I HAVE TO TAKE A PICTURE OF THIS and you will innocently say, Huh? and this will happen:

So, uh, I guess that’s what I look like when I take out the trash at 1 AM?

One more week until I’m in New Orleans. Chris is lying on the loveseat, watching The Rock for the second time today. (Did you know that The Rock is a Criterion Collection movie?) Tomorrow he leaves, and then I’m back to work work work until December 15th.

xo, mw

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