i went to kanye west’s 33rd birthday party in the private room at the spotted pig. for the entirety of our relationship jon would bring it up and say “i’m really glad i could take you to that” or “i’m really glad you got to experience that” and then look at me and wait, as long as it took, until i said “yes, thank you for taking me” and then keep looking at me, and keep waiting, so i could thank him a little bit more.
the ridiculousness of this exercise was compounded by the fact that another friend had invited me to the party in front of him. i didn’t need jon to give me kanye’s birthday; i would have been there any way. he regularly reminded me how much he disliked that friend, who he met for all of five minutes, and who i haven’t seen since.
today, on saturday, may 24th at 10:26 AM, i finished paying off all of my credit card debt. when marc handed me a check two nights ago he said “i hope this isn’t patriarchal” and, when i said thank you, “you don’t have to thank me; it’s our debt.” he asked me how much the total was, and i told him, and he said “so you still have walking around money! that’s great.”
i am sure it is bad form to compare boyfriends, and naive politics not to. forget the past at the risk to everyone’s mental health. anyway, i have the kim and kanye wedding as an excuse. do you know how it feels to be out of thousands of dollars of credit card debt? me neither, it hasn’t totally hit me yet. but the first thing i did with the walking around money was pay for our lunch for the first time in months, obviously.