“We build a treehouse.
I keep it from shaking.
Little more glue every time that it breaks.
Perfectly balanced, but then I start making
conscious, deliberate mistakes.”
- “Nobody Needs to Know”, The Last 5 Years

I sat outside yesterday, in the GLORIOUS fall weather and realized I’ve never had an autumn with Bryan.  Don’t get me wrong; we’ve been together through an autumn or two, but we’re usually so incredibly busy that we rarely see eachother in daylight hours.  I’m usually in a show, he’s usually in a show (or directing a couple of them), and we tag up at bedtime.  But yesterday, as I sat and hummed and he sat and blocked, we kinda had an autumn together.

We still have football Saturdays, though.  That I won’t give up.

It’s officially 68 degrees in my office right now.  I’m freezing.

So we have honeymoon plans.  Be jealous.  I’m actually very excited.  We’re going somewhere that holds fond memories for Bryan.  His family used to vacation up there on a yearly basis, but he hasn’t been back in almost fifteen years.  He has found a perfect little suite for us in a historic manner, and I’m just very excited.  We haven’t taken a vacation together in almost two years.  Which is far too long, in my book.

My bachelorette party is this weekend.  Be afraid.  Be very, very afraid.

I’ve decided that my next goal in life is to be on Flavor of Love on VH1.  My code name will be, of course, Moxie.  Bryan and I have practiced kissing like Flav kisses his girls, and I think I’m getting the hang of it.  Although, admittedly, when men have kissed me like that in the past, I tend to write them off as “NEVER EVER AGAIN KISS THIS PERSON, EVEN TO PERFORM CPR.”

When Bryan and I visited Surin the other night for dinner, I made him sit next to me in a booth (versus him sitting across the table).  It was much nicer to have him next to me.  I was very proud of him: he tried sushi.  And, dare I say, I think he liked it.  Granted, we ordered beginner sushi, but he did very well.  He even had eel, which is a step above beginner.  As dinner wrapped up, I noticed a man watching us from across the room.  His wife/girlfriend/mistress must’ve asked what he was looking at, and I read his lips as he answered, “Those kids are very much in love.”

‘Tis true.