This week I asked (demanded that) my wonderful boyfriend Adam Sweaters write a guest post. Naturally, he decided to write about me, and I think he did a pretty good job of not making me sound like a complete psycho. His take on life with me:
“Adam! Adam! Adam! Wake up and untangle these necklaces now! I have to leave in 2 minutes!” I’m jerked out of whatever good/bad dream I was having and into a race against time with what at stake? Oh, just my very soul, thats all. Thus begins a typical day with Nichole.
Once all fashion disasters are averted (or not) our day smooths into our typical routines. We text, sometimes adoringly, sometimes in a warlike manner, from our respective jobs and piece together plans for the evening. Plans which will undoubtedly be irrelevant by the time I arrive home. But, that only adds to the endearing tapestry that is Nichole. Our “plans” usually evolve into us going out to a few favorite local bars, having drinks, rehashing past mistakes that smart only because of how passionate we are for each other, and meeting up with friends.
When the drinking establishments begin to feel shallow and tacky we head home for a night of making, um, music together. Nichole, in an Ambien induced flutter, singing darkly beautiful lines over my hastily constructed songs. Somehow the results are almost always stellar (if you have ever had the privilege of hearing Nichole’s voice, you know what I mean).
The night is then winded down by passing out to a marathon of (insert 90′s sitcom/drama here), exchanging goofy stories and we’re back where we started. One of the best things about life with Nichole is that although there plenty of days just like I described, the odds are tomorrow will be absolutely nothing like I described. Amazing? Stress-inducing? Apocalyptic? Nutty? Bratty? Cutesy? Fashionable? Creative? Yes. All of the things.
You can check out Adam’s blog here