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March 13, 2006

In which I calm the fuck down

I've been planning this date for days and days: what will I wear? Where will we go? What will I wear? What will we eat? What will we do? What will I wear? Now at last it's almost time to have the actual date and I am so sick of thinking about it that I don't even want to go out with this guy anymore.

This was true for almost all my best first dates, and now it's true for the trip as well. I have stalked Europe on the internet, talked to people who know him, tried hard to imagine what he might be like, considered carefully how to tailor my image to best suit his tastes, purchased entire outfits that he might enjoy seeing on me, and tried my best to plan every single second of our time together in spite of my avowed wish for a spontaneous evening/10 weeks.

But now I'm sick of it. No more guidebooks, pictures, hostel websites, shopping trips (except I do still need a bag and maybe some black flats) or speculations. I'm just going to show up wrassy-haired and smiling and see what Europe has to offer me. Maybe it will be a fabulous time. Maybe it will be bedbugs. But by god I am not going to worry about it anymore.

Posted by didofoot at March 13, 2006 05:38 PM

Comments

When are you leaving again? And what does wrassy mean? And I'm sure Europe won't even have shaved in preparation for seeing you, so why the hell should you go to a lot of trouble to doll yourself up for it?

Posted by: Dianna at March 13, 2006 09:52 PM

I think she meant wrasse:

Any of numerous chiefly tropical, often brightly colored marine fishes of the family Labridae, having spiny fins, thick lips, and powerful jaws, and often valued for food.

Posted by: holohan at March 13, 2006 11:16 PM

they leave march 26th and come back june 6th.

i thought maybe she meant bwassy. but then she'd have to die it the color i just died mine. oh man. that was a bad plan.

Posted by: michele at March 14, 2006 12:15 AM

i was going to explain that "wrassy" is a word maggie made up when she was a kid, signifying a girl who has messy hair, a tomboyish attitude, and a big grin on. sort of. but holohan's thing was better, so i didn't.

Posted by: didofoot at March 14, 2006 09:41 AM

No worries. Only fun. You're going to Europe for god's sake. FUN. Lots and lots of fun. If it makes you feel better, I'm jealous.

Posted by: nuala at March 14, 2006 10:05 AM

I think if you take a regular girl and wrassle with her she becomes wrassy. It's science!

Posted by: holohan at March 14, 2006 10:12 AM

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