And then we all ate and ate. Thank you Mr. Slice for an excellent marathon brunch. First, you impress me with White Castles (anyone who wants some, we've got a bunch in the freezer!) and then you make a baked french toast casserole! What's next, a sweet plantain fiesta?
The other big news of the weekend: I'm finally going to try to actually wear my wedding ring all the time. Since July 24, I've had a hard time wearing it 24/7. I hate wearing any sort of jewelry (hell, I don't even wear a wristwatch) and wearing a ring has been a major adjustment. I wear the ring when I leave the apartment and take it off as soon as I get home. This has occasionally led to trouble when I forget to put it back on- like when I left for a week long baseball trip with the boys a week after coming back from the honeymoon. That trip did not exactly endear myself to the missus who was already mad at me for leaving her in the lurch right after getting married. (Stone Groove was quite impressed though.)
This weekend, Dave and Jennifer are visiting from L.A. because Dave's old band The Insteps are playing a reunion show at the Knitting Factory. When Dave heard about my daily ring shenanigans, he gave me a really hard time. He, in effect, has done something that SHR has not been able to do for months- convince me to wear my ring all the time. As I type this entry, the ring feels heavy and burdensome. I wish my hand could be naked and free. But I'm determined to get used to it and damnit, I will. And once I overcome this difficult aspect of marriage, I will move onto the only other pressing issue- getting ready to officially combine all of our CD's into one massive collection. Wish me luck.
Dave travelled 3,000 miles to convince me to do something that my lovely wife has failed to convince me of over several months.