Grown-ups
Today Conrad and I took two big steps forward into our adult lives. First of all, we opened a bank account together. At the risk of sounding hopelessly square, we had fun doing that. This is what happens when you get married. You enjoy banking. And then you start wearing faux-shearling lined plush booties with grippy soles around the house. And then you die.
The other, more exciting thing: we got the keys to our new place! It is wonderful and I fantasized all day at work about eating family dinners at our dining table and wearing matching monogrammed robes around with our plush booties. But then tonight we went over there and we were walking around looking at all the empty rooms and the poor paint jobs we have to cover and instead of feeling excited, I just felt tired. All I could see was work: work getting the furniture in the place, work priming and painting the walls, work hanging up all our paintings and artwork, work unpacking boxes, blech. Moving is so traumatic. I want to ever have to do it again. We'll have to buy the condo, that's the only solution.
In other news: all-around awesome dude Jason Killingsworth, music editor at Paste Magazine and the guy who taught me how to work it*, has a side-splitting interview/manic diatribe with/on Christopher Guest, the mind behind Spinal Tap, A Mighty Wind, Best in Show and Waiting For Guffman in the December/January issue of Paste. Pick it up for good laughs.
*Taught me how to work the digital voice recorder's phone hookup, that is.
April
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