i have seen marc truly drunk maybe three times in two years, and tonight is one of them. the (married?) group of guys he went to drinks, and dinner, and drinks, with wanted to know what he likes about me, because all of their wives are smart and pretty, and he said that, but also, “she’s the only person i want to talk to.” they confirmed that that’s good, because talking to each other is the main thing we’ll be doing for the rest of our lives.
he was lying on top of me, fully clothed, while telling me this, after he asked if i had worn the dress i was wearing all day, and said that he loves this dress. (i am sure that this is one of the dresses he has never complimented me on. he has complimented me on the heels or the lipstick i was wearing with the dress, but not the dress itself. i have a very accurate memory for these things.)
he apologized maybe ten times for drinking too much and i said and meant it was fine, and we talked about how one of his friends has a kid at packer but he and his wife want her to go to brearley, like her mom. packer is closer to both of our apartments, and the local sephora, but i like this friend enough to try to understand his private new york city high school feelings.
anyway, it sounds like a fun bachelor party. i am taking this opportunity to sit in the family room, tumblring this post even though i’ve tumblred at least four other posts, and instagramed two pictures, already today. i’ve got a nightcap, i might listen to my ipod, it’s just like the best of the old days, except that marc is in bed having already said “i love you” and “you smell like candy” and “you always smell like candy,” “i like how you smell,” and “you smell like when we first met.”
we’re getting in our new (old) volvo and going to the hamptons tomorrow, sometime after i get a nail polish change. best bachelorette i could ask for. i just hope he doesn’t throw up or come out here to retrieve me. i know that at some point, even this drunk, he will retrieve me.