Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Crazy in love

Aaaah, the things we do for love. I started thinking about the crazy things we do for love (both romantic and platonic) as I'm getting ready to head to West 6th this weekend for (you guessed it!) another friend's bachelorette party.

As you may know, I would rather naked swan dive off the Terminal Tower than go out with all the Jersey Shore-esque douchebags on West 6th Street. It's just not my scene anymore. But I obviously want to help my friend celebrate her final fling before the ring, and she wants to go dancing. So I will be there in full bachelorette party regalia (and pumped full of gin) for the evening's festivities.

But that got me thinking... what other crazy things have I done over the years against my better judgment, all in the name of love? Well, there was:
  • The time I took The Murse to the rodeo for Valentine's Day and actually paid enough attention to semi-know what was going on (I'm fairly certain I was the only person there not wearing Wranglers and a plaid shirt)
  • The time I helped The Divorcee pull weeds in his yard for approximately eight hours on a hot, humid Saturday whilst being eaten alive by some sort of crazy marsh bugs (though he did at least thank me with a gift certificate for a mani afterward)
  • The times I went out in public with The Mush Mouth while he was wearing the following outfit (which was actually more like his uniform): inside-out white sweatshirt, baggy jeans, braided belt, chunky brown cop shoes, glow-in-the-dark faux Starter jacket (in his defense, he was color blind -- so I don't think he knew how bright that effing red jacket really was... but that doesn't forgive the fact that it wasn't even a real Starter jacket)
And, of course, there were the numerous times I folded a BF's laundry or picked up dinner or let his dogs out (even though they weighed more than me). But when you're in the moment, it all seems totally normal, doesn't it?

What crazy things have you done for love?

P.S. If you see a gaggle of girls on West 6th this weekend and it looks like they're looking for missing a group member, it's probably me. At least now you know where to tell them to find me.

6 comments:

Allison M. said...

Let me warn you before you go - it's slightly changed from what you may remember. I was down there after a wedding this past weekend and there are cops everywhere and people all over the sidewalk. You can't walk on the sidewalk so you have to walk in the street. The lines were not that long in the clubs so I think they were all too young to get in and just hanging out outside the clubs.

alexa - cleveland's a plum said...

this bachelorette party is going to be interesting to say the least...

Anonymous said...

how about drove 2 hours to make a "post wisdom teeth removal" chicken soup only to find said "patient" in and our of sleep and uninterested/unmoved by my gesture when he awoken.....so basically completed soup preparation and turned around to drive the two hours back home....loser!!!! never again.

Alycia (Crowley Party) said...

hahaha this post was great! :) I love that you pulled weeds that long... at least he got you something as a thank you!

Always a Bridesmaid said...

Allison -- I didn't think it was possible to be WORSE than what I remember, but your description has me reconsidering that...

Alexa -- agreed.

Anon -- wow, THAT is love. Or at least... it WAS love. ;)

Alycia -- that's true! And it was a mani at a really nice place too. :)

Anonymous said...

THANK YOU FOR THAT. I'm 30 and just stopped dating a 25-year-old; a big part was that she LOVED going clubbing and I HATED it. It's amazing to hear a girl say that she hates W. 6th, too.