bets and co.
in Funny Stuff, Loved Ones, photography, Thoughts and Feelings
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I got to spend some time with my friend Betsy today.
And, among other things, we did some of this.
But mostly we walked and talked and blended into Brooklyn quite nicely, I think.
I had the honor of being in Betsy’s wedding last October, as the Maid of Honor. And she was nice enough to tell all of the girls in her wedding to just go and pick a short brown dress to their liking.
Now, I think I may have a different idea of short than others, because look what happened.
Yes, that’s me in the background with a way shorter dress than all the other lovely ladies. Bets told me over and over again that she loved the dress and it didn’t matter that it was “just a little bit shorter than the others,” and I love her for that.
For saying that it was just a little bit shorter than the others, I mean.
(and isn’t she a beautiful bride? really, just stunning)
Oh, and I was walking in the subway today, and happened upon this:
And, well…
I just really don’t get it.
I mean, are they wanting to help you stay a virgin? Or are they wanting to help you not be a virgin any longer? And what would their methods for accomplishing either goal be?
Either way, it’s kind of funny.
And really inappropriate.
And totally a legit advertisement in New York City.
you don’t come around here anymore.
in Performance, video
as face, hasn, November, October, song, truth of the matter, way
I wrote this song back in October. Or maybe November. And I was too embarrassed to show it then, because I didn’t want people to know that I wasn’t loved anymore.
I was still working really hard at pretending like things were good. My face would hurt from the way I’d arrange my features, thinking if I looked loved then maybe it would translate into reality.
I remember writing this and thinking in my head, You don’t know for sure that he doesn’t love you. I mean he hasn’t said it yet.
And no, I suppose he hadn’t. Not in so many words, anyway. But I knew it, I guess. I mean, I wrote this song. So I must have known something. And this was before I knew the whole and terrible truth of the matter.
But still, it’s hard to pretend at love, I think. Eventually it shows. And eventually you write a song about the way that it shows.
And so here it is.
