Decorum, After a Fashion

I am officially old.

Mere hours after assuring a friend that she has not, in fact, turned into an old fuddy-duddy (she hasn’t), I’m cursing the injustice of having to attend a birthday party at a bar at 9 PM on a Saturday. When it’s raining. Like they planned it that way. See--I’m old. And wandering around the house, muttering things like, “Who goes out at 9 PM on a Saturday night? In the rain? People have better things to do.”

Ambitious people, certainly. Ambitious people who are taking advantage of their boyfriend’s absence, and have morphed a surprise-decorating-of-the-bedroom into a surprise-trying-to fix-everything -that-needs-to-be-done-in-the-whole-house. Which is pretty silly of me because A) decorating will not win his heart; it will just make him feel like he’s a negligent boyfriend (he isn’t), and B) as long as I’m merely here, and can offer him a hard cider and a respite from his dad and relatives, I might as well be Jeannie from the bottle, he will love me so much.

Apparently the drive to Vermont was a little long, and his dad a bit on the … complaining side. Oh, the complaining. Not much else came through last night’s cell conversation, but that did. The rest sounded like, “I ... hav .... ..... goo .... ime…” As he reminded me, cell reception is for shit because he’s in Vermont and surrounded by fucking mountains. That part came through loud and clear, too. Anyway, right about now he should be in the middle of the wedding reception, getting good and toasted. I hope he doesn’t lose his new jacket.

Me, I should go get dressed. I wanted to surprise him with a house so done that he would have to wonder if the Queer Eye folks had dropped by. At this point, I would settle for just getting the goddamned boxes out of the goddamned dining room so we could actually eat a goddamned meal in there at least once before the lease runs out. Here’s to hoping I can fit them all into the storage area. Completing just that task would impress the heck out of him. I also have some major cleaning and picture-hanging planned, along with finally getting drapes up in the kitchen and bedroom. So far, I’ve hung one picture and moved some boxes into the kitchen. Oh--and I gave myself gashes across three fingers when my hand slipped as I tried to put together a plastic picture frame. Yesss, I will probably be scaling back my ambitions tomorrow morning.

Tonight, though, there’s this party.