we’re in the hamptons. i had forgotten, until recent tumblr backreading, that marc promised—before we even shared an apartment—a room with a cathedral ceiling where i can do my radical feminist tumblring, which we now have, though i might actually post a lot of pictures related to amalle’s “fashion and power” class, or the lucite table i want to buy: this might be a long weekend of fashion and furniture porn. the table is for the room with the cathedral ceiling, which has windows on both sides: out back you can see the brilliantly blue pool and out front, beyond the fireplace, you can see the woods.
speaking of: i came home from the trigger warnings talk, and dinner and drinks with marc and josh, and stayed up until 5 AM tumblring my notes and listening to the new taylor song. i keep trying to quit her, but she makes all my attempts at feeling like an adult impossible. “out of the woods” is the sonic equivalent of that performance of “you’re not sorry" she smiled through a few years ago. how does she get a three minute pop song with minimal words to do so many things at once? i don’t want to hear another platitude about girl power or see another chunky-heeled shoe or watch her continue to gather her protective coven (it is impossible to believe that she really likes all of her new, heavily photographed girl friends), but the PR machine is part of her brilliance and i’ll accept the trade-off if i get complicated anxiety anthems like this.
but back to the house. we were here two weeks ago today to close and were excited that the seller had left the wi-fi on. while the lawyers and brokers and marc were trading papers alan was like “if he’s this excited about the wi-fi, i can only imagine how excited he was about the marriage.” yes, and the house, too, for both of us. i’ve been living in apartments for almost twenty years and, as marc recently reminded me, when we met i didn’t own any glasses, just some red plastic cups.
alan also asked marc, after a wedding, then a house, what is he planning on doing as an encore? i’m pretty happy with the joint credit card and checking account and new high-quality health insurance—dental, vision, months-long paternity leave for marc—though i have had many good experiences at nyu’s underrated women’s health center.