A few weeks ago, I added “Special surprise day trip for Adam” on our shared calendar. I had read about the Star Trek Live exhibit at the Kennedy Space Center and figured that was right up his Trekkie alley.
I also had a hankering for rock shrimp and Dixie Crossroads is just 20 minutes away from KSC, so the day basically planned itself.
July 19, 2010 - Pic Pick: Photo with Caption
I made this for Adam when we first started dating about 8 years ago; back when I had a flair for the melodramatic and an obsession with Sarah McLachlan.
Miss that haircut, but not those glasses.
Adam was an early adopter of the iPhone. He got the first one when it came out in 2007, and has traded up every time Apple has offered a new version. Every time he’s traded up, he’s been able to sell the older version to either break even or profit from the upgrade.
Every time, he’s offered to give me his old phone and I’ve declined. It’s always the same conversation “I’ve got a buyer ready for this one, are you absolutely sure you don’t want it?” “Yes, I’m sure. I’m also sure that I would drop and break it within a week.”
Well, here we are: 3 years and 3 trades later. He—with the cajoling help from another iPhone fiend—has finally broken me down. I’m getting Adam’s “old” iPhone 3GS. The drop-and-break timer will begin when I take possession of the phone tonight. Someone should get a betting pool going.
Adam’s coming home!
When Adam and I first started dating, he didn’t want me using his real name/picture on my blog—this was pre-Tumblr, btw. To accommodate his wishes, I would refer to him as Neutron (Adam→Atom→Neutron), and I represented him with a picture of Jiminy Cricket. The image wasn’t a random throwaway; he made me want to be a better person and I considered him to be my conscience.
Well, last night I was watching Horton Hears a Who and one of the characters mentioned something about cookies. That’s when I remembered that I had about a 1/2 cup of Ghirardelli semi-sweet chocolate chips in the pantry. I dashed to the kitchen, scaled the recipe down to use what I had left of the chips (do you know how difficult it is to do math when you’ve got cookies on the brain, or for that matter measure out 1/2 an egg?) and baked the cookies at 9:30 on a Sunday night.
Here’s the thing: I don’t even like chocolate chip cookies. What I do like is eating enough cookie dough that contracting salmonella becomes a distinct possibility. As I sat on the couch, using my silicone spatula to scrape the dough from the mixing bowl into my gaping maw, I thought to myself “Who’s going to drive me to the hospital if I get violently ill?” and then I thought “Adam would if he were here, but I probably wouldn’t be doing this if he were.”
That, my friends, is what you would call a paradox.
Still stuck in Norway. Planning my escape… bus to ferry to train to Madrid. Hoping it’s south enough to avoid the smoke monster.
(via streeter)
Things that have made not having Adam around and not knowing when he’ll be back bearable:
Going out to dinner and drinks with Ryan and Chelsea, followed by watching “Life” with a little buzz on at their place.
Trying Del Taco for the first time (and loving it) and capping it off with some frogurt at the new place by my house with Jackie and Randy.
Going to see Leaves of Grass—the only Florida Film Fest offering I got to see this year—with Jon and Jen and then meeting up with a hilariously drunk Chelsea, Ryan, Bob, and Laine for some amazeballs Thai food at Napasorn Thai Restaurant. To clarify: only Chels was lit, the others were their fun, normal selves. Oh yeah, and then I had fro-yo for a second night in a row.
“Conquering the world” with Jackie (her words not mine). Really, this just involved going to the farmer’s market and getting some light shopping done before hitting up Too Jays for some lunch.
Having an amazing dinner with Jackie and Randy at Todd English’s Bluezoo in Walt Disney World’s Swan & Dolphin resort. Our waiter was great, the food was tasty, and we enjoyed some good people-watching because the Dolphin was hosting two high school proms that night.
With friends like these, who really needs a husband? I keeeed. Come home to me safely, my tallest.
Volcano may keep me in Norway. Maybe a colleague will loan me their Viking longboat for the trip home. (Yes, all Norwegian’s own one.)
Not gonna lie, I’m kinda starting to freak out about this.
Why do you roll your toast up… like a child eating pizza… at a roller skating rink.
— Adam, watching me eat breakfast. Not sure why he’s questioning it as I live most of my life like a child at a roller skating rink.
Why do you roll your toast up… like a child eating pizza… at a roller skating rink.
— Adam, watching me eat breakfast. Not sure why he’s questioning it as I live most of my life like a child at a roller skating rink.
I took very few photos at the Strawberry Festival, but this one is my favorite because it looks like Adam is a country-western star and he’s holding court with his entourage.
