Top eleven Wednesday night skateboard...
Skate under the influence. After three Sam Adamses and a "LeBomb" (or three), I was cruising. I didn't care if I tripped, and I didn't think too hard, and the result was magical.
Skate with your friends. They will a) take pictures; and b) want to skate themselves. The sooner you rope them in, the sooner you have a gang.
After just two skates in two weeks (and, again, a lot of alcohol), I can now turn corners, maneuver around strangers, pop the board up to catch it, and jump onto it while it's moving. Yay, me.
Bypass the manicure. Save yourself ten bucks and shred your hands on sandpaper. That's what it feels like.
Umm, jeans. Don't wear the good pair.
Take your board into bars. It's an instant friend-maker.
Also don't leave your board unattended.
If you can text while skating, you're a natural.
Strangers are your buddies! Everyone roots for you. And if they don't, they will yell at you to get the hell out of the way, you crazy hooligan.
Ladies. Ditch the crunches. Buy a board. My abs are killing me.
SKATEBOARDING IS THE NEW RUNNING. I know, I can't believe I wrote it either. Y'all will see me in hell.
May 21st
In the words of Elton John, "DON'T GO...
1. Must carry the beach chairs.
2. Must ride with me in the front row of the rollercoaster.
3. Must give me the window seat.
4. Must throw a spiral, shoot a hoop, swing a pitching wedge, and cast a line.
5. Must tuck my hair behind my ear when he wants to see my face.
6. Must call me at work to say he misses me.
7. Must not mind when I call him at work to say I miss him.
8. Must make the dinner reservations.
9. Must let me jump on the bed.
10. Must let me make the bed.
11. Must turn up Van Morrison while we're cooking.
12. Must keep a six-pack of my beer in his fridge at all times, just in case.
13. Must call his bros "bro" and me "babe".
14. Must laugh at me when I trip on the sidewalk or run into the door frame or walk out of the bathroom with my skirt tucked into my tights.
15. Must suggest dessert.
16. Must then take two bites and let me finish it.
17. Must not let me always get my way.
18. Must occasionally put his foot down.
19. Must let me "help" him hook up the TV/DVD/stereo system.
20. Must kill the spiders.
21. Must call his parents, and when I say, "Tell them I said hi!", say, "Cary says hi!"
22. Must devote an inordinate amount of time to where he wants to hang his pictures.
23. Must laugh at my jokes.
24. Must take me (every once in a while) to his preferred sporting events.
25. Must fill his car with dirty, stinky boy paraphernalia.
26. Must drop the lobster in the pot.
27. Must wear seersucker at my behest...just once.
28. Must play his music really, really loud.
29. Must hit the snooze button.
30. Must let me know when he thinks my shades are hideous.
31. Must wear his sunglasses at night.
32. Must keep a tall stack of books by the nightstand.
33. Must patiently explain and re-explain financial quandaries to me.
34. Must give me the crossword puzzle.
35. Must then help me solve the crossword puzzle.
36. Must keep his laundry (both dirty and clean) in enormous piles throughout his bedroom for me to trip over.
37. Must have his own passion projects.
38. Must love data.
39. Must earn my father's approval.
40. Must take me to the beach.
41. Must let me take him to Missouri and Jersey and Virginia.
42. Must aim the snowballs at my face.
43. Must teach me how to throw a punch (but not by example).
44. Must have cute little habits when he gets nervous.
45. Must be chatty on long car rides.
46. Must love road trips.
47. Must, when I forget that I don't want to be a nag and command him to do something, respond with "Fuck you!" or "I do what I want!" Occasionally.
48. Must at other times just shut up and do what I ask him to do.
49. Must loosen his tie.
50. Must forget to shave.
51. Must consider getting a room when we're out and about on a Saturday afternoon.
52. Must refuse to give up his nasty favorite articles of clothing, like the hideous ball cap or the sweat pants that could practically stand up and walk on their own.
53. Must roll his eyes when I make a ton of substitutions and special requests when ordering at a restaurant.
54. Must always let me buy a round.
55. Must vote.
56. Must be patient.
57. Must show off for my friends.
58. Must say, "You are ridiculous," and, "You are adorable," at regular intervals.
59. Must let me read aloud to him my favorite passages in my favorite books.
60. Must be intimidated by my sub-six-minute mile.
61. Must be forthcoming about important details relating to his ex-girlfriend history.
62. Must not be too forthcoming about unimportant details relating to his ex-girlfriend history.
63. Must love jalapeno poppers and guacamole.
64. Must not use the L word until he is absolutely sure that he means it.
65. Must be awesome.
66. Must not blow cigarette smoke in my face.
67. Must send me stupid email forwards.
68. Must have a favorite poem, piece of art, and classical composer.
69. Must refuse to participate when I suggest a super-sappy chick flick.
70. Must then kind of get into it when I put on the super-sappy chick flick anyway.
71. Must earn my roommate's approval.
72. Must snore. I think it's adorable.
73. Must smile for the camera.
74. Must not use too many hair products, and by too many, I mean any.
75. Must own a tie clip (but I don't care if he wears it).
76. Must give the salespeople shit when he's feeling feisty.
77. Must hail the cab.
78. Must instinctively reach for my hand when we cross the street.
79. Must love big shaggy dogs.
80. Must have a favorite flower.
81. Must take me to the park.
82. Must ask my opinion frequently about pressing current events.
83. Must not always be available.
84. Must not be too enthusiastic about karaoke but then must grab the mic and kill it on a Sinatra cover.
85. Must wax rhapsodic about how cute I am when I do something painful like fall down the stairs and don't know whether to laugh or cry.
86. Must get drunk with me one night and buy roller skates and wear them to bars.
87. Must own a cocktail shaker.
88. Must get that deer-in-headlights, oh-my-God-where-is-my-life-going look that all boys get when we walk into Crate and Barrel.
89. Must know how to buy, marinate, and grill a steak.
90. Must confide in me his most preposterous dreams and grand ideas.
91. Must say, at least once and with sincerity, "You were right, and I am sorry."
92. Must say, at least once and with sincerity, "You were wrong."
93. Must know how to remove the shell from a Chesapeake crab.
94. Must not be too fussy about the neatness of his fingernails.
95. Must not mind that I'm not very fussy about that shit either.
96. Must love Wall-E.
97. Must give a life-altering, earth-shaking, star-colliding back rub.
98. Must drive.
99. Must let me drive.
May 6th