It’s T-minus one month, folks, before I put on the dress and the shoes and swear at my hair a little bit and go become Mrs. Otto. There are a million reasons (well, half a dozen, anyway) that we’ve settled on the day we did, and we’ve long since made peace with the fact that we’ll essentially be stealing a weekend for the wedding and a brief getaway before Otto goes back to Georgia and I finish up dealing with things here for another month and a half or so before The Big Move.
We are accustomed to the long distance thing; we don’t like it, but we’re used to it. And it’s temporary. Come late June, the days of a weekend here or there will be over for us. It’s just that sometimes the separation pretty much blows chunks.
[Can I say “blow chunks” in a Love Thursday post? Am I going to be voted off the island?]
Anyway, it’s been about six weeks since Otto and I saw each other, but that’s okay, because the plan is for him to come up this weekend. As in, tomorrow. So that we can see each other! So that he can be here for Chickadee’s first tournament! So that we can finish our premarital counseling, discuss actual wedding plans, and maybe pick the restaurant we’re going to take our family to.
Plane tickets have been even more expensive than usual, for some reason, so we’ve been putting off buying them. We’ve been waiting for the price to drop. And it hasn’t. It’s remained consistently about twice what it normally costs. So tonight we had to have The Talk.
Me: I think we have to start considering the possibility that you’re not coming this weekend.
Him: I just don’t understand why the price is so high.
Me: Me either.
Him: Something must be going on in Boston this weekend.
Me: I have no idea.
Him: I bet my brother will know. I should call him. This is really bugging me.
Me: Okay, call him, call me back.
*we hang up, and almost instantly, the phone rings again*
Me: That was fast.
Him: I remembered.
Him: The Boston Marathon is this weekend!
Me: It is?
Him: *laughing* Yes, it is. How did we miss that??
Me: Um. I dunno.
So, hey! Guess what! If you want to fly anywhere within about 300 miles of Boston? You’re screwed!
I’m upset and angry and unless there’s a miraculous price drop in the morning (hey, I got my Thanksgiving tickets at the last minute at a great price), this weekend isn’t happening. And there is no other weekend between now and the wedding that’s open, so if not this weekend, well, then, SEE YOU AT THE WEDDING I GUESS.
And I hate that. I hate not having more time together, I hate that it’s such a production every time we want to see each other, I hate that how much time we spend together is right now very much ruled by money.
On the other hand, we sort of couldn’t stop giggling about the fact that somehow not one but BOTH of us completely spaced out and forgot what is just about the biggest event of the year ’round here. And although I’m going to feel plenty sorry for myself if this weekend doesn’t happen, I also know that if we have to wait until May, well, we’ll live. I’ll whine, but it’ll be okay.
And Otto will be telling people the story of the year we forgot all about the Boston Marathon for years to come. Knowing that he’ll be doing that—while we’ll be together, all the time, at last—makes me chuckle.
Happy Love Thursday, everyone. May you know a love that makes you sometimes forget even the big things, and that soothes disappointment with promises for the future.