This is four days in a row, people. I just want you to notice that, particularly when I have, oh, one week of class left, three exams to outline, a paper to write, a bar exam application to finish. Four days in a row, because I love you that much.
I think I forgot to tell you about my friend Jonathan, my most cool friend Jonathan.
He works for the librarian whose office connects to my librarian, which is how we got to know each other. We both worked in the library full-time the summer between our first and second years, and then he kept on working through the school year, just like me, and then came back again for third year, just like me, and he works the same three hours I do on Friday afternoons.
So anyway, last Friday he was having trouble printing some directions from his librarian's computer, so he asked if we could try it from mine. I asked him where he was going, and he said, "Boston."
And I said, "Oh, cool, I'm going to New York this weekend. What are you doing in Boston?"
And he said, "Oh, just hanging out, going to see some friends, go to a Red Sox game."
And I said, "Oh, cool, that's pretty much what I'm doing in New York, only without the Red Sox game."
And he said, "Yeah, and I'm going to run the marathon on Monday."
And my jaw dropped open. Not really because he was running the marathon, because I knew he was a runner and has run marathons before, but because he was so nonchalant about it, but that's Jonathan all over. He is the sweetest guy I know at school, chatty but not overbearing and nice and funny and cute as hell.
He's getting married in August to a lovely young woman named Elizabeth. (No, not me, but wouldn't that be a funny way to tell everyone I'm engaged?) She is Catholic and he is Presbyterian, so they started coming to Episcopal church with me and Katherine and Mark and Jan. Elizabeth is very sweet, exactly who I'd want Jonathan to be with. And they are "Jonathan and Elizabeth," not "John and Liz." But it suits them. They're just the kind of people you want to have over to dinner every single night.
And while it may be stretching things to say that they wouldn't be engaged if it weren't for me, I did kind of facilitate it.
See, last spring, my parents got tickets to "Madame Butterfly" before they realized that they would be out of town when it was playing. So they gave them to me to see if I could sell them, and Jonathan bought them from me, deciding it would be a perfect evening to set up his proposal.
Worked like a charm, apparently.
Actually, what got me started writing about Jonathan and Elizabeth is that they are moving to Denver after graduation. Elizabeth is going to get her doctorate in psychology at a university there, and when we realized we'd be traveling the same highway at about the same time, we decided to caravan.
However, Elizabeth has to be in a wedding in Ohio on the 27th, the day after our graduation, so we're stopping there. Jonathan assured me that it would be perfectly alright for me to hang out at Elizabeth's parents' house for the afternoon, which will be completely weird but he insisted they're very nice and won't think anything of this complete stranger staying alone in their house.
"I'll promise them you won't steal anything," he says.
Then we'll get up the next morning and head to Kansas City, which will be quite a drive, but we should be able to do it. We'll crash at my place, and they'll head on into Denver the next day.
It works out well for all of us, since now none of us will have to pay for accommodations anywhere along the way. And Lord knows my mother will be happy that I'm traveling with people. I love to drive by myself, but my mother gets very concerned about me. Now, at least, there will be someone to see me get carjacked or run into a ditch or whatever it is she's worried will happen.
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