marriage, for real.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
ed and i did NOT get along this weekend. nor could we agree on ANYTHING. i wanted froyo, he wanted ice cream, i wanted to nap, he wanted to go for a run, i wanted to go out for dinner, he wanted to stay in.
ed, when you read this on your lunch break, we're having chicken/veggie fajitas for dinner. chicken for you, veggies for me. see how that works? compromise.
after a long lazy sunday morning, we got restless and wanted some exercise before dinner. he wanted to go to the gym, i wanted to go on a bike ride. i won that fight because i'm not a member of his shmancy downtown gym. bike ride it is.
somewhere around riverside drive and 122nd street we decide to turn around. ed wants to take a shortcut through (the hilly) morningside heights. i wanted to take the same route back since my ghetto vintage bike makes going up hills suicidal.
and that was it.... i had enough. neither of us wanted to budge. at that very moment, i couldn't stand to look at him anymore. i jumped on rosario (the name of my ghetto vintage bike), merged onto riverside drive, and yelled "have fun on your effing hills" as i rode away.
by the time i reached home, a sweaty ed was waiting for me outside our apartment. no doubt the hills had kicked his ass. we looked at each other, put our bikes in the basement, and walked to chipotle hand in hand like nothing ever happened.