Thursday, September 29, 2011


Very early in our history—actually in our pre-history before there was an us to have a history—River and I went on a road trip with some mutual friends. They were getting married. River and I were maid of honor and best man, respectively. It was weird. We barely knew each other. Afterwards we knew each other a little better. Not like that. Even though we shared hotel rooms for four nights and even slept in a bed together. It always amuses me that we slept together before we ever, uh, slept together.

Anyway, bride and groom's marriage didn't work out so well. But maid of honor and best man eventually fell in love and here we still are today, making our history together.

So why am I thinking of this? There's the sheer weirdness factor of maid of honor and best man ending up together and outlasting bride and groom relationship-wise. I think about that occasionally. But today there's the issue of cuteness. We've been accused of being cute. And I can't deny it. This afternoon we were talking about what it would have been like if we'd already been sweeties on the road trip and at the wedding. Aside from what would have gone on in the hotel rooms and wherever else. We would have been too fucking cute for anybody to stand us. And everybody would have hated us. But that would have been just too bad.


Anisa said...

Aw, I love this.

Natasha said...

Yup, cute. Hahaha That's a nice story.

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