The devil is in the details

Curse-breaker

Okay, first a computer update: The Vaio is off to Sony to be fixed. I am still on the old Dell laptop, but it does not seem to be doing well. Maybe I am just spoiled by the speed of the other one. Anyway, let's hope that this computer can hold together until the other one gets back, or else BAD BAD things will happen in my world.

As some of you already know, my roommate recently got engaged. (Preface to this discussion--she is absolutely the most practical, rational, level-headed person that I know. She is also one of the nicest people that I know, but when most people think of her, "responsible" is one of the first things that come to mind.) It happened the Friday night before I left for Banff. She decided not to tell me until after they had told his parents, which was also after I had left. She called early on Saturday morning while I was on a plane, leaving me a message that she needed to tell me something. I had been somewhat suspicious on Friday night, but the thought left my mind. When I saw she had left me a message on Saturday, I immediately freaked out because I thought something bad had happened-I mean, why would she have called that early in the morning when she knew that I was on a plane? Once I heard the message, though, I knew what was up. Anyway, when I called her back, the first sentence out of her mouth was: "So I just wanted to let you know that I got engaged last night and I wanted to know what you wanted to do about the lease?" She didn't sound excited at all. I was so confused...I had gotten no sleep the night before, it was early, I was in O'Hare, and here I was talking to my newly engaged roommate who only wanted to talk about housing. It is all working out better and she actually seems excited now (prominent theories are that she either didn't want to rub it in what with my being single or that she didn't want to piss me off with the apartment thing. anyway.) but it was super weird and I was a little distracted for a while. Her ring is really pretty and we are going wedding dress shopping next weekend.

Thought #1: It seems as though I am now, officially, a curse-breaker. Three of us moved into this apartment on June 2003. We loved the apartment, but our funny Russian landlord warned us before we moved in: (please read with thick Russian accent for maximum funnyness) "There is one problem with apartment. The apartment is cursed. Every time, I get three girls who move in, and in two years they all move out because they are getting married." He even showed us which wall the LoveBug lives in. Anyway, roommate #1 moved out because she hated the other two of us about a year ago, and then promptly got engaged and will be married in June. Roommate #2 just got engaged as mentioned and will be getting married in October. I? am now looking for another roommate, because this apartment is so awesome. That's right everyone, I broke the curse. (Attention Cubs fans: I can be bought, but the price is quite high.) Although, as someone pointed out to me, I still have about 6 weeks, and it would be quite apt for me to somehow un-break it since I often leave things until the last minute and since my life generally works out oddly.

Honestly, though, I'm really not that upset about it. I certainly have weddings on the brain lately with the black-tie affair in May and the bridesmaiding for the friend from home in June (and lots of activities surrounding that during much of May and June) and now the roommate's wedding. But like I said, not really caring. I had the odd thought the other day that roommate's BF (who pretty much lives at our place on weekends) would be her husband shortly. And I am sorry, but I am too young to know people who have husbands. (This is the first one to hit home like this because it is the first wedding where I know both the guy and the girl relatively well and can comment on his husbandlyness) He is not a husband. Maybe in ten years, but he is not a husband, nor can my roommate have one. Nor could I. I certainly hope the other girls who lived in our apartment before us were much older when they moved in because if they were our age when this happened it would be weird. I mean, on Monday my major thoughts were about crashing the kegger held by the undergrads across the street and I think that the open bar blac-tie pre-reception thingy being held at the May wedding is a great time for shots. Hello. The idea of a party all about me sounds like fun, (as do a few other things that I won't get into here, but some of you certainly know me well enough to know exactly what I am refering to ;) ) but that's about it. I am neither ready for, old enough for, or responsible enough for any of that. Funny how having three good friends getting ready to get married and another good friend 4.5 months pregnant is making me realize all this. (Although I am certainly not opposed to the idea of a boyfriend other than Tivo.)

As a last aside to prove that I am still way silly before I go....
Last night I decided to try on my black-tie occasion fancy dress with some mistaken idea that it would fit differently for no apparent reason. Anyway, for those of you not familiar with the dress, it wraps around and has a bit of a V in both the front and back. So I put on the dress and I look down and low and behold I realize that I am BUSTING out of the dress. A lot. Like everything that I've got, I need major duct tape, etc, etc, etc. I was pretty upset for a couple of reasons....mainly because while the dress wasn't the most expensive dress in the world, it also wasn't cheap enough that I could get another dress, and because I didn't really have anything else appropriate, so this was bad. I was also flipping out because I couldn't figure out HOW I had missed this rather salient problem with the dress while wearing it around the store dressing room. I was nearly in tears. It was really bad. And then I realized that I had the dress on backwards. It looked quite lovely when I fixed that tiny detail.

(And many of you will realize that as much as the story of what my roommate said on the phone was quintessential her, this dress story is quinitessential me. :) )

Stay tuned for our next thrilling novella, which will likely be more science/career based because of that whole conference thing.

posted by Immunegirl @ 11:17 PM