| Bi-Polar Weekend |
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| 07:59pm 04/02/2008 |
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music: Depeche Mode - Martyr
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On Saturday, Ryan and I looked at a prospective apartment to live in. Then we were on the way to a bowling tournament we had entered for my work, when my car stalled in the middle of the Interstate. Ryan was in his car ahead of me and had to make a giant loop in the city to pick me up. We missed the tournament and had to wait an hour on the side of the road for the tow truck to arrive. I was emotional, and Ryan was trying to cheer me up by talking about our future home together. I made some comment about wanting to crawl in a corner and hide from the world, and he replied, "But we haven't even begun to experience the rest of our life together yet. You don't want to miss that, do you?"
After paying a very expensive towing fee, Ryan took me home so he could go teach a lesson in Waukesha. He suggested I take a bubble bath to relax and that it would cheer me up. I decided that giving him his Valentine's Day gift early would lift me up even more, so with his permission, I gave it to him. He was surprised when I only handed him a card. Inside the card was a small riddle, and before giving him too much time to think about it, I handed him a seating chart with Yankee Stadium, with our seats circled on it. He literally jumped when he gasped for joy. His first words when he finally spoke were in a shocked, wide-eyed whisper: "I get to see the house that Ruth built."
Yankee Stadium is being demolished after this year, and Ryan had expressed a desire to see it, but knew he could never afford the trip. I bought cheap seats, but I also had to pay for the airfare and hotel accommodations. Ryan had no complaints. In fact, he was in utter shock at my generosity. His reaction was worth every cent. "This is the best thing anyone's every done. You keep outperforming yourself. How am I supposed to match that?"
"You know what I want for Valentine's Day? A card. A nice card, with stuff written in it."
"Oh, don't worry, you'll get your card."
At church the next day, Ryan told everyone we knew about my present to him. He even told his dance students. The unanimous reaction consisted of two parts: "That's awesome! Hang on to her; she's the best girlfriend ever," and "How on earth are you going to match that?" I didn't do it to show off or to be matched. In fact, Ryan had asked me why I did it, and my response was, "Because it's important to you, so it's important to me."
That afternoon, however, Ryan did "thank" me for two and a half hours before we went to Tim's Super Bowl party. Then I got to indulge in good food and good company while watching the Giants beat the cheating Patriots and that sore loser of a head coach Bill Belechick. Ryan drove us back to my apartment and we took turns showering before curling up into bed. He even told me that he'd spontaneously picked up a contact lens case and contact solution to keep at his house for me in case I ever need to stay there. That way, I'll never be without it.
Ten hours of blissful and much needed sleep later, I made pancakes while Ryan made the bed and washed dishes. Then he drove me to work. I got a call from the body shop telling me the fuel pump in my car was bad and that parts and labor would total between $700 and $800. I felt sick. Fortunately, the tech talked to my dad, and my dad ordered the part and had it charged to him. Now I only have to pay a couple hundred dollars for labor. My supervisor Brian drove me home, and I can pick up my car tomorrow afternoon.
Tomorrow night... MATCHBOX TWENTY CONCERT! |
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