Based as this blog is, on my very anonymity, I would love to do a monthly recap of the year 2009. Unfortunately, too many identifying details (such as what happened when) might, shudder, expose me, and so, I am forced to do it by season. But enough of that twaddle! Let us not waste anymore time and go to it:
There was wedding planning. One heck of a lot of wedding planning. There was also disparaging of other crazies getting married, talk about rocks, and even some desperate-housewife style-action. Save-the-dates were sent out by the bucket load and invitation mailings were crammed together in three days, and there was even a bachelorette party in Mexico!
This was one hell of a hot summer. He and I got married, moved to New York, where we couldn’t find an apartment for two weeks, moving all of my stuff from one city to New York took forever, and we began to settle into our new lives: there were a lot of arguments, learning to deal with each other’s horrible house habits, (mostly his, mind you) and therefore, a dearth of updates. I did make one change though: the site’s banner went from Pre-Marital Musings to No-Longer-Pre-Marital-Musings, in anticipation, of course, of one day making it Marital Musings.
We settled in so much that I began to get bored and felt like I’d lost myself. While that may have been due to a natural let-down from the mad-cap energy of the wedding, it seemed to me that the endless routine of make bed-go to work-make dinner-watch mindless T.V. – go to bed was killing me. And so, we cut cable T.V. out of our existence, made some space on the bookshelves, and decided that if we were going to be living in expensive, stinky New York, we might as well make the most of it. And so, we started going out for dinner more, managed to check out a couple of exhibitions over the weekends and I even started a food section of the Married Girl blog! The arguments didn’t quite die down- if anything, they got somewhat worse. That being said, when we weren’t fighting, we were definitely enjoying being with one another once again.
As it got colder and every weekend began to have a baking session uh, baked into it, I recovered myself, and found some of my normal zest for life again, partially because of one hilarious message, which helped me find my perverted inner 13-year-old again. That, of course, is who I really am. A perverted adolescent boy, one who can find the lewdness in everything.
And it is with this refound zest and pervertedness, that I bid you all a very happy new year, where everything is stronger, faster, better, longer than the last.
That’s what she said.