Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Did Someone Put a Nostalgia Pill in My Coffee?

Sometimes I get a little sad when I think about the fact that I’ll probably never live in New Jersey again. When Zube Boy and I vowed to stay together forever, we were also relinquishing the possibility that we'd ever move back to our respective home states. Neither of us wants to live where the other grew up.

Still, I miss my Jersey peeps. I really, really do. My best friend, Gia Pet, is the rockingest Jersey Girl ever. She knew and loved me when my self esteem was a little fish terd on the ocean floor. She was the one who never tired of lovingly explaining that just because my boyfriend threw the remote past my head, didn’t mean he was doing me any favors. Only Dickheads throw anything in their girlfriend’s general direction.

I always listened intently, but it wasn’t until I heard that advice from my inner Zube Girl, that I actually did something about it. And Gia Pet was totally cool with waiting for that eventuality.

We were like, “The Bitchtastic Duo – Yanking Bar Stools Out From Under Unsuspecting Assholes Everywhere.” Actually, she did the yanking, and I did the laughing. Then we both did the leaving, ‘cause apparently bouncers think stunts of that nature are none too funny. Even if the lad on the floor grabbed your ass.

Now I only get to hang out with her once every couple of years, and it involves boarding planes and lots of money.

But, with marriage comes compromise.

At my work, I'm exposed to numerous couples who are in the process of planning a wedding. I often wonder, when they're all wrapped up in whether or not the napkins will match the buttons on the bridesmaids dresses, if they've really considered the things they might be giving up. Things other than, you know, sex with other people.

While you do have to make sacrifices, there are many, many things that you gain. I can't even describe the awesome feeling of having a best friend who loves you even when you leave your dirty socks on the coffee table and it pisses them off. While I miss the people who got me through my Fish Terd Esteem Era, I've found someone who loves me because of the way that era turned me out. It's quite lovely.

8 Leg Humps:

Storm said...

What a great way to say it's all been worth it. Makes me want to squeal. Resisting the urge 'cause I don't like it when I hear that noise coming out of me.

Zube said...

Storm- Squealing is best left to the confines of ones bedroom, so I totally understand!

TJ- How 'bout the bra on the computer desk. I pull that one often. Bras are just so dayum confining!

Anonymous said...

"Sometimes I get a little sad when I think about the fact that I’ll probably never live in New Jersey again."

You know, I think I just voted for you twice in BotB because of the unexpected shock value of this statement.

As a friend of mine from Jersey told me, you don't quite get Jersey unless you're from there. Made sense. I don't get it.

To each their own, I guess. :-)

Erika said...

When I was a wee grunt my momma(a new yorker) always told me that if I was bad I would die and be reborn in New Jersey. She's a bit of a bitch. But I do adore her.

Chickie said...

I know where you're coming from about missing your peeps. When we married I moved a plane ride away from everyone too. But it has been worth it.

Chris & Cheryl said...

Hey! You linked me. You are the coolest. Thanks a bunch. :)

PaintingChef said...

The only thing that keeps me from missing the town I grew up in is knowing that the in-laws are there too...

Zube said...

Michael- It's totally a Jersey thang. I've got much love for the place.

Erika- Oh, I can't wait to be a bitch Mom. They're the coolest.

Chickie- It is tough, but it's totally worth it.

Anduin Andorian- No hay problema belated birthday gal.

PaintingChef- Heh. There are lots of good reasons why I don't want to live in my home town either. I just miss it. Which is probably better than not missing it.

 

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