Five Years, One Night, Four Pairs of Heels

Presumably my father was being facetious when he suggested that I try on “every outfit” in my closet before heading down to Baltimore for my very first college reunion later this afternoon but just in case, I’m bringing four pairs of shoes and three possible ensembles for tomorrow night’s dinner. What my dad doesn’t understand…

A Disaster in the Shower

I’m in bed, debating whether or not I should get up and make The Wedding Date a cup of coffee before he has to leave for work (or simply tell him to microwave some himself) when I hear him yell “Holy Sh*t!” He’s in the shower down the hall, and the fact that I can…

Are Those Roses Behind Your Back?

I know, I know: it’s been a while.  But it’s been one of those weeks and will continue being one of those weeks until about 10pm Sunday night (which is when the final awards ceremony of this weekend’s competition will wrap up– at least one can hope). I spent Monday and Tuesday night teaching, Wednesday…

The “A” Word

So like I said: I’ve been keeping a secret.  It’s not a bad secret—in fact, it’s the complete opposite of bad, but I’ve been afraid to commit it to writing, lest in sharing it I somehow destroyed it.  But he’s said it.  And he’s said it again.  And I’ve said it back so it’s high…

The Case of the Missing Loofah

It started with my loofah—the gold travel-sized loofah that I picked up at Bath and Body Works last year. “You left you sponge thing here,” The Wedding Date informed me.  “Do you want me to bring it the next time I see you?” After some consideration (and several texts back and forth) it was decided…

Why Singletons Should Save Chocolate Bar Wrappers

This week was supposed to be my spring break.  I was going to sleep in and read books and drink iced chai while commencing my work on the great American novel (whilst cursing the parents of Queen Village for ruining my literary endeavors with their precious little darlings) but who are we kidding?  I’ve got…

A Double Date… with The Wedding Date’s PARENTS!

And suddenly, somehow, without quite realizing it, The Wedding Date and I have been dating for six months. We celebrated our anniversary unwittingly (six months came and went with our visit to the art museum) and it wasn’t until after the fact that we even bothered to calculate how long we’d been dating.  This, of…