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By BadDoggie (Tue Sep 15, 2009 at 08:56:52 AM EST) sap, sappiness, true sap, the sapitorium (all tags)
Exactly one year ago to this minute I was sitting in the office determined to get myself out of the "I'm single again, now what?" funk I was in. There was that gorgeous redhead the night before who didn't blow me off inside 30 seconds as she did with ever other person -- male or female -- at the expats' Tuesday drinks meet, but she was gone when I came back from my smoke with the friends I was there to see.

Anyway, I didn't have my game back yet. I wasn't on the prowl, the hunt, nada. I just knew I needed to get back out and socialise a bit. There would be an expats' curry house meet that Wednesday and the place was both the best one in Munich and right around the corner from my house. I didn't know the redhead's name and didn't see anything on the curry sign-up sheet to make me think she'd put in an appearance.

I was still in a depression and thinking "Now what?", with a sigh.



It's been about six hours shy of exactly one year from when RIG "shamelessly proffered herself" with a clear explanation that this was absolutely, positively No. Strings. Attached. (not counting, erm, ropes, handcuffs, chains, etc.). Exactly one week later that changed rather drastically, and ironically enough at one of the worldwide biggest places to hook up only casually. Not half an hour later I publicly referred to her as "my girlfriend".

It was a whole month before I then met her friends back home who mercilessly showed me mercy, only mercilessly questioning her when I'd disappear for a smoke. Her family was friendly and generous. A month later I asked her to marry me. Not long after that we found out we was gonna be parents.

We went back to her family for whom I cooked Christmas dinner. We shopped like crazy, giddy that both the euro had reached parity with the pound and that half the stores in Ingerland were in receivership and selling off everything at 1-10% of the normal price (and Next were having sales, too).

I watched her walk up in her satin fast food gown and colours to collect her PhD from a rather prestigious university and exactly two weeks later walk into Speke Hall in a magic dress to marry me. Days later I finally set foot in that third world country known as "IddaLEE" where we did manage to find some decent food.

It would be another two months before I cooked a superawesome Porterhouse steak with sauce Bearnaise for RIG's 30th birthday dinner (accompanies by pommes mousseline and garlicky butter-drenched broccoli). Despite the gourmet dinner the beast within sent me running for a McSuperThisWeeksSpecialWeirdBurger, fries, shake, Coke and choco-sundae a few hours later. Extra mayo, please. Exactly six weeks ago (minus about four and a half hours) our daughter was evicted from her previous residence and placed into our arms. Last night many people at the bar met MildlyNaughtyPuppy. The most important person who showed up was BG (with brand new boyfriend in tow). She met RIG, saw MNP, and is terribly happy for us. "You did well." High praise of RIG and MNP indeed.

I got home from working my very last shift at this bistro (though the owner doesn't know yet). RIG had a meeting today despite being on maternity leave. I spent another night awake with the child, then brought her over a few hours ago so that her colleagues could ooh and aah over our little bundle of poops joy. They were going to the Hofbräukeller restaurant & beergarden (not the same as the tourist one) and while I was invited, RIG looked at me and said, "Go home". Not "warmed over" I apparently look like death bitch-slapped, beaten and chilled for a week.

In a few hours they'll be home. And all I can think again is, "Now what?" but with this time a shit-eating grin so wide you could probably pull my hair and lift my skull right off the rest of my body.

What a difference a year makes.

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Congrats by ana (2.00 / 0) #1 Tue Sep 15, 2009 at 09:09:22 AM EST
happy 'versaries, and may there be many more.

"And this ... is a piece of Synergy." --Kellnerin

Congrats! by infinitera (2.00 / 0) #2 Tue Sep 15, 2009 at 09:33:07 AM EST
Having been riduculously happy myself for over 2 years now for the same reasons, it's easy to appreciate the occasion. :)

We have two dates we more or less commemorate - Memorial Day weekend, and February 13th (green card day - prior to it, we weren't sure we could live in the same country for any extended period of time).

There was a wedding somewhere in there (January 25th, 2008), but since it didn't change anything, it's not really that relevant.

[…] a professional layabout. Which I aspire to be, but am not yet. — CheeseburgerBrown

congrats by Nigga (4.00 / 1) #3 Tue Sep 15, 2009 at 10:51:04 AM EST
Both hot and smart. sounds like quite a catch.

of course, hirez or she doesn't exist. 



Hackneyed or not, good curry's hard to find. by sugar spun (2.00 / 0) #4 Tue Sep 15, 2009 at 10:55:59 AM EST
Let me just put my shirt on and we'll go!

you're not kidding by infinitera (2.00 / 0) #5 Tue Sep 15, 2009 at 11:21:32 AM EST
Our favorite place is in Toronto, and that's over an 8 hour drive away.

We keep trying new places around here, but Thai here just doesn't measure up.

Whenever we talk about visting someone in Toronto, the first thought is always "Mmmm, Salad King" (a weird name for a great place).

[…] a professional layabout. Which I aspire to be, but am not yet. — CheeseburgerBrown

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You Win At The Game of Life! by CheeseburgerBrown (2.00 / 0) #6 Tue Sep 15, 2009 at 11:25:33 AM EST
Plus, unlike most of those Life game players, you have arms!


I am from a small, unknown country in the north called Ca-na-da.
and opposable thumbs by infinitera (2.00 / 0) #7 Tue Sep 15, 2009 at 11:30:49 AM EST
Don't forget the thumbs. Our dog seems to want thumbs all the time when trying to grab things off the counter, or hold things in place for gnawing.

[…] a professional layabout. Which I aspire to be, but am not yet. — CheeseburgerBrown

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/nods by Breaker (2.00 / 0) #8 Tue Sep 15, 2009 at 05:18:26 PM EST
Good, isn't it?


congrats! by misslake (2.00 / 0) #9 Tue Sep 15, 2009 at 05:37:17 PM EST
how wonderful!

'I have nothing against Goa' by BadDoggie (2.00 / 0) #10 Tue Sep 15, 2009 at 06:19:40 PM EST
A return to where it began it was. We could've gone to the shitty smoky bar where I got her that Manhattan but between the kid in tow and the crap smoky bar and Massive Hungers we went straight for the foods.

If you find yourself in Munich and in need of a good curry, you need to go here. You might even want to send us a note a day or two in advance.

woof.

OMG WE'RE FUCKED! -- duxup ?

Congrats to the three of you. by toxicfur (2.00 / 0) #11 Tue Sep 15, 2009 at 10:38:56 PM EST
Your story makes me really happy, and I'm glad I was here at the beginning. Here's to many, many more joyful years.
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The amount of suck that you can put up with can be mind-boggling, but it only really hits you when it then ceases to suck. -- Kellnerin
Congrats! /nt by yankeehack (2.00 / 0) #12 Tue Sep 15, 2009 at 10:47:04 PM EST

"...she dares to indulge in the secret sport. You can't be a MILF with the F, at least in part because the M is predicated upon it."-CBB
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