poopy-face

01-16-00

The phone rang this morning at the same time my alarm went off. By the time I found the phone, the voice mail had picked up, so I tossed it aside. Twenty minutes or so later, John checked the messages, and tried to call Becky back, but she was online. I went to feed the dogs. When I got home, Becky was still online, so I got on to catch her on AOL IM. She logged off before I got on. I found two e-mails from her in my box, did a little eBay business, and got off. Called her back, and she was on the other line.

Finally, John changed our outgoing voice mail message to this: "John and Betsy aren't in right now because we're out celebrating our six-month anniversary. Call us back tonight or tomorrow." And we left.

We did pretty much nothing, just went to lunch and sort of drove around Macon for a few hours. Excused our lack of marital enthusiasm by proclaiming that we celebrate our marriage every day, not just on the anniversaries. Sentimental much?

Last night we went to a party at Mike's, upstairs. There was some serious PDA going on up there. John and I were the only couple present that admits to being a couple, and yet we were the only ones not playing slap and tickle all night. A stranger, offered money to pick out the married couple in the room, would have picked us last.

We've never been affectionate in public, probably owing to the fact that we work together. When we started dating, we were students in a studio full of strife; strained friendships, failed relationships, and a dreadful amount of "harmless" flirting. (Betsy looks around innocently.) Both of us being stubbornly noncommittal, it was all we could do to hold hands in public, let alone act all poopy-face. That was five years ago. Now that we're married, people are disappointed that we don't fawn over each other.

Sooo...there are two band people who live in my building. Why were there three cars with band stickers in the lot this morning?