~Monday, April 15, 2013

Swan Song

I needed to choose a song about my current relationship, but I was currently irritated at my current relationship. Monday I wanted to go running because I had gained two pounds, and Abraham refused to join me. I stared at him slackjawed with just a total Do-you-not-care-about-your-health accusation on my face. Tuesday he went to play raquetball with his friend and didn't get home until late. I felt like I hadn't seen him in days. And now I was supposed to pick a song about how I felt about him. I posted the question to Twitter instead.

"You need to pick a song," he reminded me in bed that night.

"Mmm hmm."

"Is the song in that book you're reading?" he teased.

"Sure." I flipped the page.

And then I felt guilty and put my Jodi Picoult down. I scrolled through iTunes on my phone, which only has about 100 songs, with the intention of just picking one of those and being done with it.

"Oh, okay!" I said. "This one."

It wasn't a bad choice, actually. It was Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zero's "Home." It was a song I liked that Abraham also tolerated. Plus it was upbeat, which you need for a sports game; mushy wouldn't do.

Abraham nodded. "I thought you would pick a worse song."

"Oh, I considered it."

The unspoken conversation we were having was that he thought I would pick a song about getting married. The truth is I've spent about every other day of the past three months talking about getting married. Not in a when-are-you-going-to-do-it way, but in an equally annoying this-is-what-we-should-do way.

Eating at our favorite restaurant: "We should have the rehearsal dinner here."

Talking to a friend: "Tell me how he proposed!" even though it was two years ago.

Talking to the friend's sister: "When do you think you will get engaged?"

Yes, I was that girl. And I fully knew how annoying I was being to a boy who told me he'd would propose within 2013. It was January and February and March. I had a ways to go. And yet, I couldn't stop talking.

"So why didn't you pick a worse song?" he asked.

"Because it would confuse people. 'Oh, you're getting married?' 'No.'"

I opened Youtube. "I was considering this one and this one and this one."

"The first two are so slow."

"I know! Not practical."

"I remember the last one though."

I previously had showed him that video several times, maybe tearing up while doing so.

Abraham went back to his laptop. I clicked on a new video and held my phone in the air.

"We're going to the chapel, and we're going to get married," the Dixie Cups crooned.

Abraham snorted. I considered that I had punished him enough with the marriage talk for one day and put my phone away. I picked up my book again and glanced at Abraham. He was downloading the Bruno Mars song.

"What are you doing?"

"Punishment song for [the guy we don't like on our team]. His girlfriend watches all the games, so this will screw him over."

"You're mean."

And then I went back to reading my book.


Tex In The City said...
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Tex In The City said...

I stand by my tweet! Happy Together by The Turtles :-)

Danielle said...

"Home" is probably my most favorite song, possibly of all time, and is the definition of a marriage to me. Besides, it has a way of describing my hippie nature perfectly.

My friend and I took a picture with Alex and Jade, and I still get stoked about it! They were seriously chatting with people outside of the venue they were playing at, such down to earth people!

Readyandfading said...

I love "Home." Great workout song, too. I am so impatient......the wait would be killing me. But, you know it is coming, so that is awesome in itself. YAY!!!!

Anonymous said...

I think that Bruno Mars "marry you" song is really obnoxious, yet kinda fun. "Home" is actually a really good song. No one wants to be "that girl" but it happens.

Breeza said...

I love that song too! :)

Bathwater said...

I pick songs all the time for my current situations, non are ever really a happy tune.

Charlotte Klein said...

I love that Edward Sharpe song so very much. Beautiful, perfect choice...

It's hard not to get wrapped up in those kinds of thoughts every now and then. Just last night I had a dream that my bf was telling a friend he would propose to me within the next 6 months. Funny thing is, I don't even so much care about the getting married part like I used to. Now it's all baby brain. I am totally missing a step here :p


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