I looooooove yooooou, toooooo!
So, yes, Van is crazy.
We got back from Shortbus tonight (touching and sweet, not at all like a porno except for erect penises and cumshots - about time John Cameron Mitchell did something after my fav, Hedwig and the Angry Inch). I had a glass of wine. He had two.
So he's heading out to play pool with his buddies (an adventure I rarely accompany him on) and he's in the entryway saying some sort of goodbye something that I can't hear. The fan is on, he's whispering, and he's in the dark and I can't see him. (A statement he will read too much into later.)
So I say, "What?" several times and after he repeats several times in vain, he says, "You really wanna hear what I'm saying?"
Yes, I reply.
At the top of his lungs (all windows open in our apartment) in a nice, long, legato line he yells, "I loooooooove yooooou!"
Well, I got what he said, as well as a dose of embarassment.
Some things make more sense when you've had a few, so next time your significant other plans on screaming sweet nothings into the neighbor-filled night at 10:30 pm, be sure you've had a few yourself.
This post includes a fun new pic of me in my fun new jacket and hat. Nighty night!
P.S. I'm here to spread the love that is the book: Middlesex
posted by Jay @ 10:59 PM
2 Comments:
You look so cute - is your hair getting long? You should post a picture without your hat just for me.
What are you talking about getting fat?
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