Yesterday, Jessi won the title of Best Fiancee in the History of People Getting Engaged by buying Bill two tickets to today’s Steelers game.
Anyway, if you live in Pittsburgh (which I do) and know anything about the Steelers (which I don’t, on purpose even), then you know tickets are kind of hard to come by and not very cheap when you do. So it was kind of a big deal for Bill, whose dream was to see the Steelers play in Heinz Field, and he cried.
I kind of want to steal Jessi from Bill so she can make my dreams come true, too.
This was right after the ticket deal went down at a nearby gas station. My favorite part of this picture is totally Jessi in the background, God love her.
And here they are today, before they left for the game. You’d never know they’re from Michigan. Until they start talking all weird.
Actually, I guess I had a dream realized as well. Last night, we went to Cheeseman’s Fright Farm, and Freddy Kreuger totally hooked me up with Michael Myers. I’m talking about Freddy straight up went and FETCHED him for me after Bill and Jessi were all, “Whoa, back up, g. Michael Myers is her boo, not yo’ triflin’ ass” when he tried horror-flirting with me. Plus, on the hayride, one of the chainsaw guys totally sat next to me and gyrated all up on my side while waving the chainsaw in my face, and I have to say, it was pretty fucking erotic.
Bill had an opportunity to do something nice for Jessi in return by letting her pick out one of the $12 bunnies that were for sale (and desperately coveted by her) at Cheeseman’s farm, but Bill hates all things cute and cuddly. Pass it on.
Also we ate lunch at Kelly O’s yesterday (which has graced an episode of Diners, Dive-Ins and Drives*), where Jessi had her first taste of haluski and also managed to go the whole weekend without getting maimed by my cat Marcy, so I think it’s safe to say we all had a good weekend. Except Henry. He’s always miserable.
I’m sad that they’re leaving today.
[*Apparently, Bill hates Guy Fieri, and one of the things on the menu was “Mush, the way Guy likes it”. Bill ranted, quite disgustedly, “I don’t know what mush is, but if it’s the way Guy likes it, then I know it’s the way I don’t like it.” Maybe I still had some of that apple pie in my system, but that was the funniest thing in the world to me and I wanted to make a plaque to monument that moment.]