An open letter to Ian Sherr, on the eve of your marriage to my best friend.

Hello, Ian.

I guess we knew this day was coming for a while now—although the two of you have been engaged for less than a year, it was pretty clear from the first conversation I had with Laura after her date with “the opera singer” that you’d be sticking around. And perhaps your knowledge of me did not come as soon as that first date, but now, after years and years of visits, and phone calls, and Facebook bantering, well, I’m sure you’ve resolved I’m probably here for the long haul, too.

So here we are. Continue reading

You take the good, you take the bad, you take ’em both and there you have…

So today wasn’t my most stellar day, between showing up to my doctor’s appointment on the wrong day and running out of gas on the side of the road. But some good things happened, too. I was reminded there are friends in my life willing to buy a can to get me gas, people willing to write the script I need ’til my next appointment, friends willing to help me learn how to properly take hits in derby, and a husband willing to make dumplings at 11 pm when my tired ass finally comes home. So maybe it was a good day after all 🙂