Entries from December 2007
Tessa: Last night Dave and I had a relationship talk. Nothing serious just a little check in to see what’s up. The actual talk started last week but Dave was in relationship talk denial so it took an extra seven days to really make him realize that there was no escaping me. Knowing that he wasn’t particularly keen I had to try several approaches including having the talk masquerade as another kind of conversation altogether.
A few times he walked out on the conversation because I had so cleverly disguised the relationship talk as something else that he didn’t even know we were having ‘the talk’ at all. Clearly, this called for a new methodology. So last night I opted for the direct approach. This includes firing off many carefully thought out questions intended to give me a barometer reading of our love. Where are we? Are you bored? Are you still in-love? Do you still think it’s cute when I don’t brush my bush head for two weeks at a time? Do you love me even if I have egg salad dripping on my chin? Do you still think I’m the best person in the room to talk to? Where’s your wedding ring and did you really lose it?
Of course, having a few glasses of wine really helps and everyone knows that alcohol loosens the inhibitions. Finally at 1:30 in the morning most likely when I was preoccupied pouring my last glass of wine, Dave leapt over the side of the couch and SPRINTED into the bed where he pretended to be asleep when I finally made my drunken giddy way there. Hmmmmn. Maybe this might have gone more smoothly if he had thrown himself into the Christmas spirit as much as I apparently (and accidently) had. Nevermind. There’s always morning and that’s where I picked up where I had left off.
Categories: Where's my gonch & other stuff
Tagged: relationship talk, Relationships
Tessa: On Saturday I had the good fortune of having to go through a large obstacle course in order to leave a party at a friend’s house. When he discovered that I was planning on calling a cab two things happened: a) the telephone disappeared b) I was tackled to the ground where I had to swear Uncle that I wasn’t going to leave. After playing this little game of lies and subterfuge I leapt up, sprinted through the kitchen and into the living room with J in tow, and screamed CELL PHONE.
One came flying my way and for the first time in my life I remembered a taxi number. I hastily dialed it while J yanked at the phone, I screamed the address in and waited. Dave came flying in behind J (I thought he was trying to rescue me but really I think he just likes playing chase). By the time the cab came Dave was wrestling J and I managed to sprint out the door and the down the steps into the cab. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get Dave out but with his shoes in hand, his jacket waving in the wind, he flew down the stairs making his devilishly devious escape and I knew we were home free.
I breathlessly gave the cab driver our address and sighed a deep breath of relief. Whew. Prior to our evenings out with our good friend we practice things we can say in order to make our departure a little less painful for him. Sometimes I say to Dave “Just tell him. Just tell him straight out we have to go. ” Other times we say we have to go home because of the dog. The dog can’t be alone. The dog needs us. We have to go. I’m running a race tomorrow. We have to go. Sometimes we plan on sneaking out but he has this way of knowing every time we’re even remotely thinking of leaving. This time we escaped with relatively minor wounds. Obviously it pays to watch Mission Impossible or we might never have gotten out of there. I’m beginning my ninja training in the New Year. Then we’ll see who wins this contest!
Categories: Where's my gonch & other stuff
Tagged: goodbye, rowdy friends, saying goodbye, when friends don't let you leave
Tessa: Most people who know Alex Morin, his mother and myself included, maybe even Alex himself, would agree that he is not only devilishly handsome with those big brown chocolate eyes but he is also rather brilliant. At three he could name every kind of truck known to humankind, by eight he had a certain finesse with the word ‘asshole’ and at fifteen he not only owns some pretty sassy dance moves but he also happens to have an encyclopedic knowledge of sports and Neil Young. How can you trust me? How do you know I’m telling you the truth and not lying to you the way so many others might especially in my family? Well, I’m not lying because a few years back Dave and I had the pleasure of spending a little time with Alex when he was in Vancouver.
I didn’t really know him that well and worried that we wouldn’t have anything to talk about. Well it turns out I had nothing to fear because Alex is a versatile, nimble and willing participant in all conversations! I also thought he’d be bored senseless and who knows maybe he really was and that’s where the lying part comes in but he seemed pretty happy to hang out and watch Seinfeld, go for a walk on the beach (actually I think he hated that part) watch endless movies and eat his greens. Okay that’s a lie. That guy definitely doesn’t like eating green things but really that’s very minor. When it was time for Alex to go I was actually kind of sad which is the opposite of how I feel when it’s time for guests to leave. Most of the time I can’t wait to get rid of people and the adrenalin rush I get from the anticipation of their departure gives me a bit of a led foot when I’m on the way to airport, where I unceremoniously deposit them at DEPARTURES. BYE. SO LONG. ENJOY YOUR LIFE. Actually that’s what my cousin said to me the other day when he hung up. “Have a good life.” which indicated to me that this was to be our last conversation.
Not so with Alex though. I still like him even after his departure. And even though we don’t really talk we facebook which is even better than talking. So in the end I realized that the things that we’re great about him were the things that I mentioned above. And also the fact that even though he tries to hide it, he is actually very sweet. Oh, by the way. This is not a paid advertisement.
Categories: Where's my gonch & other stuff
Tagged: Alex Morin, Alex Morin's genious, Family
