Preface: please regard "ASIDE I" under "Welcome!".
Yes I do find apples and snakes comparable, and after weighing their similarities, I found that apples are better. Kelly, for God knows what reason, finds this extremely irritating and tries to tell me HOW to compare items. This is wrong- Kelly here is how I know that apples are better:
1) They do not bite you.
2) If they were to bite you, they would not be venomous.
3) Apples do not shed their skin.
The list goes on- the point here is that the combination of items that have similarities is infinite Sammy licking my bowl is the same as House walking on the kitchen counters. While I am willing to recognize that does not excuse my behavior, if House can go where the food is- so can Sammy.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Lost in the Galleria
Last January my wonderful boyfriend decided to surprise me with a night out in Houston. He booked a room in a beautiful hotel, and made plans for us to go to our favorite piano bar. To ensure my surprise, Kelly asked my bestie to come over and pick out the clothes and toiletries I would need for the weekend. Somehow, Kelly did ALL THIS with out my acknowledgment. Anywho, not the point.
I was super surprised and excited when Kelly told me on Friday afternoon that we were leaving that minute to go for a big night out in Houston. I was so excited, I felt that all the clothes in my closet were in adequate and I HAD to buy something new. So, we headed from Huntsville to Houston.
Our hotel was next door to the Galleria- coincident? I think not. Fate would have it that Kelly and I could NOT get through one night with out something odd happening. With out knowing what was to come, Kelly and I got to the hotel, put our things away, and went next door to shop! However, the weather prevented us from walking- so we drove and parked in the one of the endless parking garages.
We parked in a garage that had direct access to Macy's so I could find new shoes and a matching handbag, while Kelly looked in another section of the Galleria. After a successful trip, Kelly found me still oogling the Chanel in Saks, and we left to find the car. After walking from one end of the multi-block shopping monstracity to the other, we entered the Macy's parking garage in search of Kelly's car. Id took us nearly 30 minutes to realize that the car was not where we left it...
To be sure we had entered the garage on the right level, we went back into Macy's and tried to locate our point of entrance. However, after walking through all 3 levels, we still could not find where we had come into the store I was beginning to hate. As always, Kelly and I were unable to keep our frustration inside, and we turned on eachother. I called him names, he told me I couldn't remember the alphabet, much less where the car was: we were positive the other was to blame for this misfortune.
Unbeknownst to Kelly and I, while we were arguing and searching Macy's for his car- practically ruining our weekend together- there was another Macy's in a remote corner of the Galleria.
Maybe an hour later we come across the other Macy's and quickly found the car. After getting in the car it took us less than a minute to get to the hotel lobby, where I took a shower and Kelly was smart enough to have a cocktail ready when I was done getting ready. We went on to have a great night, with no more interruptions from the living in sin Gods (whom I blame for most of Kelly and I's unfortunate events).
Just one of the MANY examples that everything is not as it seems: there is never just one Macy's, you cannot trust your own judgment after shopping, and yes--Mr. Bartender, a good Vodka Cranberry does make everything better in a relationship after a fight.
I was super surprised and excited when Kelly told me on Friday afternoon that we were leaving that minute to go for a big night out in Houston. I was so excited, I felt that all the clothes in my closet were in adequate and I HAD to buy something new. So, we headed from Huntsville to Houston.
Our hotel was next door to the Galleria- coincident? I think not. Fate would have it that Kelly and I could NOT get through one night with out something odd happening. With out knowing what was to come, Kelly and I got to the hotel, put our things away, and went next door to shop! However, the weather prevented us from walking- so we drove and parked in the one of the endless parking garages.
We parked in a garage that had direct access to Macy's so I could find new shoes and a matching handbag, while Kelly looked in another section of the Galleria. After a successful trip, Kelly found me still oogling the Chanel in Saks, and we left to find the car. After walking from one end of the multi-block shopping monstracity to the other, we entered the Macy's parking garage in search of Kelly's car. Id took us nearly 30 minutes to realize that the car was not where we left it...
To be sure we had entered the garage on the right level, we went back into Macy's and tried to locate our point of entrance. However, after walking through all 3 levels, we still could not find where we had come into the store I was beginning to hate. As always, Kelly and I were unable to keep our frustration inside, and we turned on eachother. I called him names, he told me I couldn't remember the alphabet, much less where the car was: we were positive the other was to blame for this misfortune.
Unbeknownst to Kelly and I, while we were arguing and searching Macy's for his car- practically ruining our weekend together- there was another Macy's in a remote corner of the Galleria.
Maybe an hour later we come across the other Macy's and quickly found the car. After getting in the car it took us less than a minute to get to the hotel lobby, where I took a shower and Kelly was smart enough to have a cocktail ready when I was done getting ready. We went on to have a great night, with no more interruptions from the living in sin Gods (whom I blame for most of Kelly and I's unfortunate events).
Just one of the MANY examples that everything is not as it seems: there is never just one Macy's, you cannot trust your own judgment after shopping, and yes--Mr. Bartender, a good Vodka Cranberry does make everything better in a relationship after a fight.
Welcome!
Firstly, I would like to thank my good friend Matt Green for introducing me to the idea of blogging about my living situation with my live in boyfriend, Kelly. Kelly also has a blog, and the idea was to re-create the events that normal couples experience, by documenting the different views of an event (probably due to gender). However, somehow Kelly and I always find ourselves in abnormal situations with stories that leave our friends in hilarity.
History lesson #1: How did Kelly and Megan come to live together?
After a stint of dating, Kelly and I took a break. During this break I found myself without a roommate, with my name on two rent leases, and all my available cash put into my brand new car! As the date approached that I was to move out of my apartment, I was getting desperate for a place to live. I was even considering living with a guy I didn't know with dreadlocks, because the rent was cheap and it was close to campus. This is when I thought of living with Kelly. Though we were not dating, we barely went a day without talking and did not seriously date other people.
ASIDE I:Kelly has a extraordinary way of analytical thinking. Perhaps it has something to do with the Marines, or maybe it's due to my extremely abstract way of thinking. Either way, points of thought have to be carefully constructed on my part.
Due to Aside I, I began formulating my argument for moving in together to present to Kelly. Surprisingly, the debate didn't last long and it was decided that we would move in together. Although we were not currently dating, we took the plunge and decided that friends/exes could TOTALLY live together in harmony. Of course, Kelly had a concern that my 100 lb. dog Sammy would eat his 5 lb cat House. With the promise of a flat screen TV if Sammy ate House, we signed the lease agreement for 12 months in a two bedroom apartment...together...not dating...with 1 shower.
So began the journey, rather Escapades, formally known as Megan and Kelly living together.
History lesson #1: How did Kelly and Megan come to live together?
After a stint of dating, Kelly and I took a break. During this break I found myself without a roommate, with my name on two rent leases, and all my available cash put into my brand new car! As the date approached that I was to move out of my apartment, I was getting desperate for a place to live. I was even considering living with a guy I didn't know with dreadlocks, because the rent was cheap and it was close to campus. This is when I thought of living with Kelly. Though we were not dating, we barely went a day without talking and did not seriously date other people.
ASIDE I:Kelly has a extraordinary way of analytical thinking. Perhaps it has something to do with the Marines, or maybe it's due to my extremely abstract way of thinking. Either way, points of thought have to be carefully constructed on my part.
Due to Aside I, I began formulating my argument for moving in together to present to Kelly. Surprisingly, the debate didn't last long and it was decided that we would move in together. Although we were not currently dating, we took the plunge and decided that friends/exes could TOTALLY live together in harmony. Of course, Kelly had a concern that my 100 lb. dog Sammy would eat his 5 lb cat House. With the promise of a flat screen TV if Sammy ate House, we signed the lease agreement for 12 months in a two bedroom apartment...together...not dating...with 1 shower.
So began the journey, rather Escapades, formally known as Megan and Kelly living together.
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