Never again will I take for granted living in my own home. After six long, torturous months of living with my hubby at my grandmother’s place we are finally free! Our house became available last night, and this morning we moved in! If I weren’t so tired, I’d be dancing.
I missed privacy and relaxation. (Maybe some of you will remember my tale of the Horrible Little Neighbor Girls.) I missed peace and quiet. I also really missed my fellow Dopers. I thought after almost four months of going (unwillingly) cold turkey from the board that I had kicked the habit, so to speak. But instead of watching the movers carry in my fragile things, I stood in the office grimly dogging the internet installer to hurry so that I could finally POST again.
I’m so happy to be back. How is everyone? Did I miss anything good?
He moved into her place in New Jersey, gave up all his guns and bought a Vespa, and is employed by Rudy Giuliani and the City of New York designing a new bridge between East 23rd Street and the mainland United States.
They’re considering raising up a flock of Small Beers, but in the meantime, he’s jamming on tenor sax on Saturday nights with me and SaxFace here in Brooklyn, and it takes him a good long time to get home, and Eve’s waiting for him with the rolling pin out.
Jesus! Satan got banned??? Please give me a link so I can see what happened for myself. Personally, I sort of liked the guy. He seemed okay to me, but I’m pretty obtuse.
I’m so glad you escaped from the little demon spawn children. I have thought about your situation from time to time and wondered if you’d been arrested for murdering one of them! Congrats on the house and good to see you back.
Sure they did. They had an enormous wedding at St. Patrick’s Cathedral…Eve was stunning in pearls, scarlet brocade and ruff, a la Elizabeth I, and Unc sported a 1974-era powder blue tuxedo with 7-inch lapels, Birkenstocks with thick woolly socks, and a set of Burma Shave cufflinks.
All the East Coast Dopers were in attendance, and Cecil Adams himself came out of the hermitage to officiate at the ceremony. The part he added near the end about “droit de seigneur” was unexpected, to say the least.
The reception was held on an enormous open raft, which Coldfire, John Corrado, and Alphagene poled down the Hudson River, dressed as Egyptian slave-boys. Music and entertainment were provided by TubaDiva, conducting Mother Machree’s Uptown Jug Champions, and our own Straight Dope Dancers.
(Previous post should read WEST 23rd Street. I didn’t mean to imply that the borough of Brooklyn was in any way affiliated with the mainland United States.)
And it occurs to me that we should mention this to Unc as well. He showed me his blueprints last night, and his bridge as currently planned winds from the East Side under the Williamsburg Bridge around the Battery and ends up in Hoboken.
I am sorry to have to be the one to reveal that my marriage to UncleBeer was just a sham, to cover my long-time affair with AndyGirl. I was going to keep up the facade, but Uncle insists on bringing Esprix home with him . . .
As an East Coast Doper, I’d just like to say that sham or not, I quite enjoyed the Egyptian slave boy costumes.
Hi Lissa! I, too, have been wondering now & then how things were going; your thread about the Demon Spawn made smoke come out of my ears. Glad you’ve got your own place now
Well, Eve, it was bound to come out one of these days. I mean, ever since we announced our intent to re-write The Bostonians sans all of the boring parts…
It’s just something with the way I stir my tea. Honest, gang.
