Day one.
Hmmm….not a good one to begin. She might have a point.
For it’s her birthday and I, being a Football (soccer -last time I'll make that clarification btw) supporter I'm off to visit my friend Kevin in Baltimore and together see my team, Chelsea play. Now within these pages I will not often try to offer too much defense, my actions will speak for them selves, but before you go guffawing at my questionable decision making skills I will say this. I’ve been a Chelsea fan for 30 plus years and chances to see them in US are rare, Yes this is one of those times that the saying “that it has to be done” is apropos.
My going to away to see this game was discussed many months ago and deals were struck. And besides I’m not stupid, I got her a card and wrote lovely things in it, but on reflection a gift might have eased my position some. However DID go for dinner last night in honor… ended up at Fire and Oak, in Jersey City on the day most of their elected representatives were passing time learning Yiddish from the Talmudic scholars also incarcerated, it being their first night at the county lock up for corruption. Sweetie had filet and I had the roasted organic half chicken , both excellent and for one of our rare (given these times) fancy nights out we made a good choice. On the way back I thought it might be nice to extend the celebrations with a few of our friends at Louis and Jerry’s on Washington St in Hoboken, surely the best bar here and as if I had recieved a higher blessing for this idea found parking right outside… re…sult!
“Why can’t you just want to spend time with me, just one night” signaled the opening of a barrage of helpful pointers that was about to come my way. I drove off with my smoking friends pondering the sudden arrival and subsequent immediate departure of our trusty chariot. We drove home in silence (me) listening intently to my catalog of errors.
Upon parking the car I saw her dry-cleaned dress curled up on the back seat and half on the floor, picked it up and began to carry it in. Now it was a long dress so I took the bottom of the plastic and looped it through the top of the hanger, thought I’d seen this done at the cleaners and also meant I didn’t have to carry it with my arm outstretched at head level. Was this the lack of respect for her belongings so often displayed by me? Of course it was, you saw that immediately at home didn’t you? As pennants for this foolish act I walked her dog, while she retired, exhausted no doubt from her suffering of someone as stupid as I.
But off to Chelsea today and really looking forward to it, a huge group of fans will be there and big festivities are planned before and after the match. Will let you know where and how I screw this one up next time
Cheers and may you never stop learning.