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The Dudette Week


About a month ago The Man told me that he needed something before we get married. He needed a final “dude moment.” Assuming this moment would consist of a Bachelor party and copious amounts of boozy beverages, I reminded him kindly that he had one of those moment planned for a few nights before The Big Day.

He looked at me with his “Oh you’re so naive” look and explained that a Bachelor Party could not even come close to the “dude moment” he had to experience. No, he needed a moment of pure and unadulterated dude-dome. He proclaimed he would drive alone up and up and up to the neighbor land.

That’s right. Quebec held all the promise in the world for The Man’s necessitated Dude Moment. Now, before you call him out for being a ridiculous person because you have loyally read Canada O Canada… You should know that we obtained new passports and are now legal nomads once again. The Canadian Dude Moment would be entirely lawful, and seeing as it was required, it was going to happen.

He left promising no external communication and took on Quebec, his D-minus French speaking and all. He met up with friends, made new friends over poutine, trudged through student protests, and lost a respectable amount of money playing slots. He also consumed what he has since explained to be “the most amazing Rueben sammich of all human history.” Taking the surface roads all the way back, lengthening an already lengthy trip by about 5 hours and documenting each moment with but the snap of a cellular camera… The Dude Moment was exactly as The Man intended.

Solo. Independent. and Dudely.

I couldn’t help but feel that I had missed out on this last ditch effort at being a single person, and I planned my own adventure. The Bachelorette Party had already taken place, and those it did involve some crazy karaoke judging and being propositioned by a free-lance stripper, I felt as though I needed to create a moment just like The Man did. I called up The Best Friend, and Operation Dudette Week was all systems go.

I asked The Best Friend to come over to the new apartment and engage in what I dubbed “urban camping,” as I still (at this moment) have no furniture in the place. I could offer her no chair, but I could provide wine, pizza, and girl talk. She said this was a spectacular idea, and we planned on four days of finality. This would be the last time before one of us would be hitched to some dude (having completed his Dude Mission and all). She, too, is an engaged person and will be making the leap in a year. This would be our moment. Our Week. Our Dudette Week.

She arrived on Monday, and I don’t think we stopped talking until Thursday afternoon. We were roommates in college, and our love runs deep. We talked about impending marriage, old memories, and serious things like whether or not I would ever be able to knit like a proper person. We also made trips to the Uber Amazing Mall, engaged in a healthy amount of buyer’s remorse, drove around and around for the mundane, cooked things in unorthodox ways, and set up intricate machinery. Each of these stories are soon to come. Let me tell you now, though… The Dudette Moment was equally if not more successful than The Man’s Dude Moment. With these moments taken care of, we can now say a big “Bring it on” to what the next week holds.

I can’t wait!

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Checkers is Easy


In pursuit of a troupe of friends who wish to socialize and perhaps even dine with us, The Man and I decided to buy a very nifty ten-in-one game set. The set includes the classics of chess, checkers, backgammon, even chinese checkers. It then goes on to support the African classic mancala and then drifts into the land of games-we-never-knew-existed. We are hoping it will act as the adult-equivalent of a snow cone machine. (instant friend maker I tell you)

The Man is a recovering Chess Club member and thus suggested a jolly round of embarrassing me with logic, strategy, and plain ole’ check-mates. Worry not – I fired back with my skill at both backgammon and chinese checkers. And then we made a tragic decision.

Checkers.

As checkers is among the first board games you teach a child, we figured that even with decades of inexperience we would be smart enough to pick it up like riding a small-black-spaces-only bicycle.

We were psyched. We knew this was going to be great. While The Man was plotting our international fame and fortune due to a checkers talent, I had entered into a realm of hypothetical brain confetti of happy and joy made entirely out of checkers pieces!

It started out very well. Too well.

I soon decided that perhaps we had misstepped by beginning to jump our own pieces and concluded that we had already combined chinese checkers with the game we had sat down to play. Then all ridiculousness took center stage.

Not only did we have to look up the rules about movement, but we both disagreed about the rules, and then launched head-first into a very nerdy debate about the validity of each other’s selected sources of board game rules. I had selected the board games section of about.com, whilst The Man decided wikipedia a more suitable choice. He argued that a peer-reviewed article remained more reliable than a simple explanation on about.com.

We finally agreed to disagree (a wonderful discovery in relationship-maintenance) and began to move the pieces. Then we discovered that we disagreed yet again about whether or not you are required to take a jump if the opportunity arises. It soon devolved into a philosophical discussion of life choices and free will.

… I’ve realized that perhaps the reason why we teach checkers to young children is because checkers absolutely cannot coincide with higher-order-brain-power. Once decision making, strategy, and debate skills are added… it is no longer fun.

We quickly ended the game. I forfeited my winning streak, and I moved on.

We probably will just go back to chess. I could stand to learn to get better anyway.

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So this is real life…


So let’s go over how RIDICULOUSLY my life has changed in the past 15 days:

Finished finals and ended my third year at the university.

Then I went to a quadrillion hours of trainings…

I then promptly moved up to Massachusetts to be with the “THE MAN” and we promptly became engaged people. You know… the kind that get married.

In the midst of this new wedding planning, I interviewed for an awesome job. And I got it.

And now here I am… leaving with said fiancé, therefore getting married, making awesome money at an awesome summer job, and paying things like RENT and GROCERIES. The end result = HOLY SHIT I AM AN ADULT.

Here’s to hoping the man and I get this right.

The point of this blog is to share all of my adventures in adulthood from here on out. Hope you enjoy it.

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