Monday, March 8, 2010

Drag Triplet Royalty

You'll be distressed to hear that I've been flipping through old journals again. In one of my old journals, somewhere between February 1996 and 2003 there is an undated entry that I recognize as a numbered list of the reasons I loved my husband. Keep in mind that we got married in August 1996, so when this journal is published posthum-- posthumous-- posthomus-- after I'm dead, it will obviously be entitled: The Flamingos: The Early Years. It's a little light on content, however -- it covers 1996 through 2003 and several of the pages have been removed for scrap paper. Might not be a best seller.

Regardless, here is the numbered list of the reasons I loved my husband at some point between 1996 and 2003 exactly as they appear in the journal (in reverse order):

11. He reads (I'm not sure why I thought this was remarkable at the time -- but I'm pretty sure that during our entire four years of dating, I never saw him read).
10. He stayed home for my entire pregnancy and took care of me -- one night he brought me five boxes of Lucky Charms home from the grocery store (this is true -- not that I would lie in a journal -- that would be lying to myself -- not that I don't occasionally lie to myself -- but I'd have no real reason to in this journal).
9. He makes sacrifices for me and doesn't remind me of it later (I wish I'd made a more specific note of this, but I imagine he would remind of how he did move to Macon, Georgia so that I could go to law school -- and we lived half an hour from Home Depot -- that was definitely a sacrifice).
8. Monty Python is always funnier when he's doing it -- "He's not dead. He's resting. He's stunned. He's pining for the fjords."
7. He loves his mother.
6. He likes 100% cotton, 200 thread count sheets. (I didn't even know such things existed until we got married).
5. He can tell a joke with a straight face. (Sometimes I have to laugh really loud so that everyone else in the group will know it was a joke).
4. He hugs me more than he used to.
3. He fixes things.
2. He makes dinner. (Okay, this one just makes me laugh now -- you'd never know he's the one who taught me how to cook).
1. (And the number one reason I loved my husband at some point between 1996 and 2003 was . . .) If I ask him to, he will tell me the whole plot, complete with dialogue and scenery, of a sitcom I missed. (As I recall, he was really really good at re-enacting Friends episodes).

But I have a new reason to love him. On the way home from dinner Saturday, we were talking about the Coffeehouse service at church where Joe, as you recall, plays the drums. He was asking me if I'd heard him playing some drummy-thing he did during one of the songs and me, being extremely drum-lingo literate, said of course I did and he was freakingfantastic. Then he said, "I was drag triplet queen in high school." And after he realized what he'd said, he started laughing so hard I thought he was going to cry.

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