Yesterday I attended a little function called "Rutgers Day" in which hundreds - maybe thousands - of Rutgers faculty and student body come out and enjoy a Saturday morning with friends, lovers, and dogs. They frolic around the greens together and pretend they're culturally knowledgable.
This was the first time my Jewish boyfriend and I decided to brave the granola crowd to see my favorite professor get an award. We fought about everything from how long the gyro line was to my obsession with leaving him for an older man. The usual mix.
I enjoy spending time with him but he's also a lunatic. Our specific areas of proficiency are very different: he appreciates serial killer documentaries, NPR (only), cooking shows, and Passover dinners while I'm more inclined towards Tom Petty, Keeping Up With the Kardashians, talking to animals, and Peru.
We both enjoy Tina Fey's impression of Sarah Palin though so that's good.
This morning he yelled "Excuse me!" at an Asian woman carrying several pairs of shoes who was trying to cut us in line for the bus. That was also good.
Otherwise he's a loser as previously noted.
Oh and he comes up with funny lines: "You should use my mouthwash. No one wants gingivitis, I know you want Tanquaray Gin but not gingivitis." What he doesn't know is that the gingivitis makes the gin taste even better.
No, that's sick. I'm sorry. Only a homeless person would understand my stupid humor.
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Understanding humor and appreciating it are not always one in the same. I APPRECIATE your humor, although I may not always understand it. (I usually do.) I also appreciate Steve's humor. And I can't wait to sit in the backseat of Steve's car for thirty minutes after we've already arrived at our destination. But I will not criticize his driving skills, or lackthereof, out of fear of once again being reffered (spelling?) to as "His girlfriend's friend." Still stings, Steve. Still stings.
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