Hung out with these freaks all weekend. I’ve known Bill there for about five years now, thanks to LiveJournal. In Internet years, that’s pretty much long enough to qualify for kidney donorship. He lives out near Chiodostown (i.e. Detroit, and I swear that’s not the only reason I like him) but we’ve never met in person until this weekend. And not to take anything away from Bill, but recently I started talking to his girlfriend Jessi and she is just the total package of awesome, smart, pretty and fun, professionally wrapped with those curly ribbons that I always end up shredding when I try to curl them myself. Luckily, I kept my scissor blades away from her.
Chooch is absolutely obsessed with them, thanks to Bill giving him piggy back rides, Jessi allowing him to punch her boob so long as he prefaced it with “Give me my money”, and the fact that they brought him a puzzle, a Mr. Noisy book (apropos) and a Benjamin Franklin book (seriously, the kid really likes him).
However, about an hour after they left today, Chooch seemed in a zone. I assume he was having some sort of sentimental montage of the weekend, because he adoringly cooed, “Bill and Jessi…” but then he followed it up with, “Ha-ha, those assholes.”
I couldn’t have been happier with how much fun and comfortable it was with them. And we spent A LOT of time together! And not once did I feel smothered or bored or agitated, not even when Bill carelessly let a REALLY HEAVY wooden door slam into me. Not even when they dragged me into a STEELERS MEMORABILIA store. (You know I like a bitch when I suffer through a claustrophobic tomb of Sixburgh t-shirts, as I did the last time they won the SuperGayBowl and my good friend Alyson came to visit and wanted swag. Sometimes it is exhausting being such a great friend.)
(I hope you know my tongue is in my cheek right now.)
There are more stories to come featuring these guys. And then hopefully even more after that, since I begged them to move to Pittsburgh and naturally that means they’ll be quitting their jobs this week.