The weekend of Memorial Day was a strange but interesting time. I went on a camping trip with some acquaintances just to get away from Washington DC for some R&R, and I happened to meet a quirky weird guy named Pete while I was there.
Actually, I was at the pool the first day, but the water was way too cold to go for a swim, so I was dangling my feet in it, talking with a guy named Duke. Suddenly we both saw this crazy guy in a swimming suit, make his way up the kiddie slide in the shallower pool nearby...he grunted and groaned, making his way up the multi-platformed "ladder" to the top of the slide, and then he shot down the slide into the freezing cold water, and screamed like a girl!!
Duke and I laughed and laughed, what a crazy guy HE was, I'm sure the shrinkage was something fierce! What a riot! What a moron! Unbelievable...
But now, somehow, three months later, I'm planning to shack up with that very same moron!! How the hell did THAT happen I wonder?! It's still got my head spinning!
Yes indeed, this silly Michigan chick *slash* transplanted DC-for-the-past-decade-girl has decided to chuck it all---and by that, I mean I'm quitting a permanent job with awesome benefits that I actually LIKE-- to move everything I own up to Pittsburgh to shack up with this crazy cold-water-swimmin' guy named Pete.
So the ball is rolling, the new apartment has been found, it's slowly being painted and the carpet will soon be replaced, and then I can pack everything and get busy with a new life with this man who says he loves me, and wants to eventually marry me.
I feel like jumping into a pool of freezing cold water too, I mean wow, am I dreaming?!
Stay tuned for the next chapter of our ongoing saga...
Love, Rebecca
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