of course there’s gonna be some drama…

I got home yesterday before Rich did, and when he got home he stormed past me and stomped around for a minute before I found him in the bedroom, ripping his tie off. He was FUMING. I had to ask him to talk to me a few times, and when he did it was in this weird, cold, nearly crying voice…

okay, and it kills me when he does that voice. I’m always thinking "Oh shit, he’s going to break up with me" and then it’s usually "I really need you to put the toilet seat down." I’m not kidding, he once did that and I was all "oh shit, is that it?? really? Well don’t fuckin’ scare me like that!"

…anyways… he’d just gotten off the phone with the guy who is arranging our trip to Europe. It’s going to be his 40th birthday, and he’s been planning this trip for over 2 years to celebrate that. it was supposed to be him and 4 other guys for a whole month, with a whole bunch of people flying to Positano to spend his birthday week there, I think the total for that week was supposed to be somewhere between 15 and 20 people. Well, he works in the television biz in LA and was offered a job, and he took it. Good for him, except they told him they need him to start this week and the vacation would be a deal breaker. So he’s not going.

Poor Richie immediately went to a place that was all "without him, we can’t go" not just because of the original birthday intention, but for more practical reasons like the cost of our hotels was all figured with him paying a portion. If we had to cover what was going to be covered by him, then we’d be in Europe but on a seriously limited budget. I was still all for going, so I had to say a bit, something like:

"we’ve been looking forward to this for too long, and we have both worked a lot to make it happen. We’ve done too much to NOT go. Let’s call him back and see what we can work out. We’re going."

So we called him, and he was very sad about not being able to go, understandably so. Then he said "I’m sorry, but I really do have to take this job. they don’t come along that often in my line of work. I don’t want to leave you guys in the lurch, so I’m going to send you a check for my part of bill for any reservations in the rooms we’ve got booked."

Jaw, floor! He’s going to pay that so that we can go and not have a big wrinkle in our plans… what a great guy. See, I knew he wouldn’t just leave us hanging! Rich was all bent out of shape because when he heard the initial "I can’t go" he immediately jumped to a bad conclusion and hung up on his friend with a quick "that’s a lot to process, I’ll call you back".

It all worked out, we’re still going to Europe, and if anything it will be a little better since now Rich and I will have our own room in every place we stay!! See folks, it never pays to jump to conclusions!

The only thing that I’m worried about is that Rich doesn’t seem to want to go to Positano now. He thinks that we’re going only because our friend wanted to go, but I really REALLY want to go. It looks amazing… I’m going to lobby to make sure that we don’t skip it in favor this Florence/Rome/Naples triangle that seems to be looming in the background. Say yes to Positano!