"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to buy cigarettes."
"With change?"
"Yeah, they don't take debit cards."
"I have cash."
"That's not the point. Why don't they take debit cards in this day and age? It's 2010. Who doesn't take debit cards?"
"No really, I can give you money."
"It's the principle of it."
He does have a point.
Friday
Friday night started off with a bang...and not even in a good way. Let's keep this as the Reader's Digest version and simply say that I should remember the Golden Rule. I hate being rushed, so therefore, I shouldn't rush other people. We left home around 8pm and got to NYC around midnight. Not bad...we had a little rain thanks to Hurricane Earl, but nothing traumatic. Sleep!
Saturday
Saturday began with such high hopes for the day. We got dolled up, okay, I got dolled up and we headed out to Day One of Electric Zoo. We discovered better parking this year and so that made the entire experience worth it. We arrived on time to see Glenn Morrison, who it turns out was pretty good. The highlights of the day were definitely Gareth Emery and Markus Schulz, who the New Husband even had an opportunity to meet, get an autograph and get a photo with. We caught a little of ATB's set, decided it wasn't worth sitting around for two hours to see the next DJ we were interested in, so we left early.
We went out to dinner with my grandparents, which was nice, mostly because I don't think there's ever been a time when it's just been us. Things like this are made more special thanks to the fact that we live 4+ hours away so this isn't an everyday occurrence.
Sunday
We had a little later start to Day Two of Electric Zoo, which was especially appreciated as we were severely sleep deprived. We kicked off the day with Cosmic Gate, who we've never seen live, and who turned out to be really great. We danced for, literally, hours, stopping only to wait in line for Armin van Buuren's autograph (that was a nice ninety minutes) and then finally inhaling lunch(?) dinner(?) around 7:30 PM before finally finding a spot to relax and wait for AvB's set. All in, it was a great day. The crowd was fun and energized and probably high, which I've discovered is way more fun for those of us in the crowd who are sober enough to remember the experience for what it was.
Monday
We headed to New Jersey to see my mom for a little while before heading home. The house was quiet and it gave us a chance to go through wedding photos and catch up on what's been going on since the wedding. It will probably be another month before I see my mom again, and it's been over a month since the wedding, so this was a great opportunity to just relax and BS. We had lunch with my Stepdad and brother, who joined us on their lunch break from work. I haven't laughed that hard in ages.
The ride home was, fortunately, uneventful. We anticipated hitting bad traffic, which didn't materialize so we were home by 7:00 PM. Then we both sat in opposite corners of the living room, catching up on our digital lives. We uploaded our photos and videos of the weekend, chatted with friends and eventually made our way to our bed, which frankly, never feels as nice as anyone else's - even those with fancy mattresses that cost several grand. Nope, our own bed is where we want to be.
"What are you reading?" he asked.
"Cleopatra's Daughter," I said, not looking up from my book.
He threw himself onto the bed next to me. "Can I read to you?"
I laughed, "If you must."
He started reading and got stuck on a word. "Vi..Vit..Vi...is this even English?"
"A lot of it is Latin, actually, but that shouldn't matter since so much of the English language is based on Latin."
He gave me a puzzled look, "What the hell is that," he asked, pointing out another word.
"Campus Martius. The Field of Mars."
"Well what the hell is it?"
"It's an area that used to be just outside the walls of Rome."
"So?"
"Well it really doesn't have much importance until probably around the end of this book."
"What's it about anyway?"
I laughed, "You know, Marc Antony, Cleopatra, Selene and Alexander, Octavian who later becomes Augustus, Agrippa, Marcellus...You know, Roman history."
"Carry on," he said rather officially.
I read another 100+ pages before finally deciding that if I really wanted to be productive the next day, I'd better put the book down.
I don't love that I'm only 5'2". I do love that the New Husband is just shy of 6' tall. This makes him very handy for grabbing those bowls off the top shelf and for getting me seltzer from the storage cabinet and for holding umbrellas.
But I especially love when I ask him to run a quick errand like dropping off the rent check, and he does it without moving my seat and rearranging all of my mirrors in my car.
And I especially love it when I expect to have to rearrange everything and then discover that he didn't move them after all. That saved me like ten minutes this morning, which is the difference between getting stuck in gridlock and not.
It's the little things in life, people. Or the tall things. Or whatever. You catch my drift...
I am a procrastinator. I am a procrastinator with what perhaps works out to a 99% success rate - meaning that even when I wait until the last minute, I can generally produce a really good result from the Long Wait. I am convinced that I'm not married to a similar person in this regard.
"I need to update this resume because I have to submit my renewal tomorrow," The New Husband said.
We'd just finished dinner. I put the resume on the coffee table and grabbed a pen and started making some changes. "These dates don't make any sense," I said, "Who did this?"
"I don't know," he said, shrugging.
"What do you mean you don't know who did your resume? When was the last time it was updated?"
"A really long time ago. I mean, I've been at my current job for almost three years and then the job before that was four years, so..." he paused, "I guess it's been at least seven years since I updated it."
"Are you insane?"
"Possibly."
All of the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put this resume back together again. Let me tell you...he had end dates that were well before start dates and I discovered times where he'd worked a job for like a month and then went to another one for a month. This is very much not the person I married, who has stayed at jobs for years. Then, I realized, that a lot of the job hopping was right after his senior year work-study program ended.
"I can't make sense of this," I said. "We have to go through the entire thing and work to find these dates. Just know that you'll come up with discrepancies on your background check, so you can 't just make up dates."
"But I don't know them!" he yelled. I could tell this wasn't going to go well.
"I don't know what to tell you. You can't not update your resume for seven years and then hand it to me the night before you need it and expect it to make sense when it wasn't done correctly in the first place."
Needless to say, the rest of our evening was him freaking out about the dates and me opting not to deal with it and reading a book. "I'm not going to help you if you're going to yell at me. This wasn't my fault. Go yell at whoever did this to your resume."
In the end, he decided to ask his boss for the copy he submitted the last time he needed to do a renewal since we know that passed the background check. Hopefully he has it, and we can use it to revise his resume so we don't have to go through this again. Short of that, he may need to contact the employers himself and verify employment. I can tell you, that's not going to be any fun for anyone involved.
