Surprisingly helpful

I’ve decided to keep my job lifeguarding at the pool.  They are a little short-handed because most people leave at the end of the summer, so they are happy to have me.  I don’t make a lot of money there, but I enjoy it.  And to some extent I think that’s more important than the money.  I make a decent amount at the LGBT community center where I also work.  I’m getting a little bit of pressure from everyone at home to quit working at the pool because I’m too busy with going to school full time and having two part time jobs. But, fuck it, I want to work at the pool, so I will.  I’m getting a little irritated by this idea that I’m the housekeeper and I need to be home to maintain everything neat and clean.  And to be honest, if with the two jobs, I am STILL the only one who does any cleaning at home.

Jayson and Guy really are the two people who bring in substantial incomes and they pay for a lot of our expenses, so I really can’t complain too much about them.  It’s Cindy and the baby who get on my nerves.  I love my sister.  I lose sleep worrying about her and who she is going to handle having a second child.  But she is still perfectly upwardly mobile and it wouldn’t kill her to do a load of laundry from time to time.

Next weekend the LGBT group I work for is having their annual gala fundraiser event and it is a formal-dress type thing.  I’ve been fretting about it because I don’t really have much experience in formal clothes.  It’s the sort of thing I would normally want my older sister’s help with, but she hasn’t been up to Boston in a while and I finally got desperate and asked Cindy to help.  So last weekend we went shopping for gowns together.  Like a scene from a bad chick flick, we went to several stores and she stood by the fitting room as I tried on dress after dress and then modeled them for her feedback.  She was surprisingly helpful.  In fact, she seemed more normal while we were shopping than she has in a long time.

Nothing jumped out as the perfect dress and so far I haven’t bought anything, but we are headed out tonight to make a final purchase.  There isn’t much more time.  And after spending an ungodly amount on the clothes, I promised to buy her dinner at our favorite Thai place in Brookline.  So tonight will be busy and expensive.  My plan is to buy whatever dress we settle on, and then get shoes to match, possible a bag that matches as well.  I may even have to buy a new bra if I don’t have one that will work well with the dress.  It’s all so complicated.  I don’t want to buy new jewelry, so I might just borrow some if I feel like I need it.

In the near future, I’m going to have to go through all of this again shopping for a wedding dress.

We’re still in the infant stages of planning all of that.  We first need to decide where we want to get married.  I am trying to push for a beach wedding.  There’s no need to get married in a church, neither of us are religious.  

I told Guy I wanted to go somewhere fun for Thanksgiving, just the two of us.  I need to get away from Cindy and Jayson sometimes.  Sometimes it doesn’t feel like I get any real alone-time with Guy.  So we picked out a little inn in Provincetown, and we’re going to spend four wonderful and romantic nights out there.  I’m really looking forward to it.

It’s supposed to snow here tonight.  I hate living in New England.