When Jen and I first got together, I was unemployed and Jen was a student. We used to go out every night. We would dance and kiss into the early hours. Our life is a little different now. We have a 3 year old, and if we make it to the dessert course at the Outback, we are pretty thrilled.
But I still find Jen entertaining. She is reading a book that takes place at Smith. I thought this book might be trouble because we both had bad experiences with Smithies. Her girl was straight and mine was a drug addict. At any rate, she made me throw out my Smith College sweatshirt at one point.
Anyway, one of the characters in this book is writing a paper on Edna St. Vincent Millay.
Jen: Who is Edna St. Vincent Millay?
Me: A poet.
Jen: And a saint?
Me: Laughing hysterically
Jen: Didn’t she write one of the AA prayers….
Me: I don’t think so.
Jen: I am going to look her up. Taking a book of poems from the shelf. Do you think I should look under Millay or Saint?
And that is Friday night at our house (with some kisses here and there)