Come Again When You Can't Stay So Long
The Travel section in last Sunday’s Post featured houseguest horror stories, or Guestzillas. The timing of this feature was particularly appropriate, considering that we hosted two families on consecutive weekends this month.
One was Hungary Man, an old friend who has become a serial commenter to this blog, which pisses me off because he’s infinitely funnier than me. He visited along with his wife and three kids.
The other was a friend from my Bay Area days, who we will call Emporium Jewelry Girl. She visited with her husband and their four-year old girl.
I’m happy to report that neither of their stays would come close to qualifying for the Travel section article, in fact, the opposite would be the case.
EJ Girl’s family made dinner, sprung for a nice lunch, and bought a nice toy for my now 16-month old son. One night EJ Girl’s husband cleaned my kitchen, made a little repair to the dishwasher, and later, poured me a glass of scotch. I proposed right then and there. Fucking anti-gay marriage laws.
Hungary Man generously bought us dinner the two nights they stayed and were great guests despite the stress surrounding their visit. They were in transition, uprooting and moving from the South to the North. Try doing that with three kids, including a 19-month old.
One was Hungary Man, an old friend who has become a serial commenter to this blog, which pisses me off because he’s infinitely funnier than me. He visited along with his wife and three kids.
The other was a friend from my Bay Area days, who we will call Emporium Jewelry Girl. She visited with her husband and their four-year old girl.
I’m happy to report that neither of their stays would come close to qualifying for the Travel section article, in fact, the opposite would be the case.
EJ Girl’s family made dinner, sprung for a nice lunch, and bought a nice toy for my now 16-month old son. One night EJ Girl’s husband cleaned my kitchen, made a little repair to the dishwasher, and later, poured me a glass of scotch. I proposed right then and there. Fucking anti-gay marriage laws.
Hungary Man generously bought us dinner the two nights they stayed and were great guests despite the stress surrounding their visit. They were in transition, uprooting and moving from the South to the North. Try doing that with three kids, including a 19-month old.
posted by DC-Giant at 12:07 PM
1 Comments:
Ms. Hungary Man (or would that be Hungary Woman) was delighted to hear that we were not being compared to Guestzilla despite the fact that our daughters occupied prime real estate in front of the big screen TV thus depriving Giant of his tube fix two nights in a row. He bore the burden stoically, looking up from his newspaper occasionally to tune back in to an unfamiliar sound for him....real people having a real conversation. A fair and balanced conversation. Unlike his bluewashed portrayal of the Republican field in 2008. We better see some slander and truth stretching when describing the Dems or I will go back to the Daily Show to get my hard news.
huhuhuhuh....he said hard
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