
Immediately following his lay off announcement we shacked up for an astounding 5 days filled with eating, drinking, late night boogie downing, road tripping, mountain (hill) climbing, museum going, movie watching, and hours of ridiculous conversations revolving around breading mini pocket sized pets, standardizing alternative methods of measurement, repurposing sheared body hair, etc, etc, etc…. At the end of our 5 day marathon of “Let’s not think about reality” we were both exhausted and blown away by the amount of joy we shared while on our ‘stay-cation”. Yeah that’s fucking amazing.
My uber crush’s layoff news was disappointing, but not devastating (for me) but little did I know that lurking around the corner was my own little package of WHOLLY CRAPPERS!

Last night was date night with Sweets (plans made prior to my medical discovery) and he couldn’t have warmed my heart more. With all his real life stuff going on he was still generous with spirit, comforting with words and supportive in action. We snuggled on my living room shag carpet as we dined on overstuffed toasted sandwiches and pomme frites . After filling his tummy with cheese, potatoes, and ALL my fancy beer (damn you antibiotics) I shyly popped the question…..”Could you meet me after my procedure and bring me home? If that is too much, too soon…or weird.. it’s ok.” He didn’t let the words drift off my lips before exclaiming “OF COURSE I will! And I’ll walk you over and sit in the office during the procedure as well.” (side note, his sudden lack of employment is rather handy in this situation)
I know it’s crazy to be surprised at Sweet’s eagerness to be a mensch, but after a stupid STUPID year of crap ass interactions my scale of what is normal friend behavior is fully out of whack… but happily, it's being recalibrated.
