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My own accounts and adventures of trying to make it in the "real world" after college. "The single girl's guide to surviving on her own"....OK so it will probably turn out to be a "what not to do guide"......

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Being Irish Has Its Perks

I remember one of the first dates Boyfriend and I went on was to a skeezy bar in Homestead where people who worked in The Waterfront regularly herded to. I also remember drinking about 5 Rolling Rocks and being perfectly fine to drive home. Our conversation went a little like this:

"Holy shit, I can't believe I drank that much and I don't feel a thing! You don't think I'm an alchoolic do you?"

"No, I just think your Irish."

"FINALLY! Someone who understands!"

After hearing Boyfriend's proclamation of his complete and utter understanding of Irish stereotypes, I knew that I could indeed marry this fellow (OK not really, but I at least knew I was going to give him a couple more dates). However, as excited as I was that he could fully embrace my nationality, I cannot embrace his.

Enter his birthday.

For the whole month of March and half the month of April he will constantly tell me how he wants a set of bagpipes for his birthday. Each year he asks multiple, multiple times, and each year I tell him no. What he fails to realize is is that if he in fact GETS the bagpipes from someone (who I will plot to kill later), I am the one who will have to LISTEN to them. I don't know about you, but sitting around and listening to my tone deaf boyfriend playing some sour notes on a bagpipe isn't my idea of fun. I have better things to do like, watch paint dry.

Here's another kicker. He wants them so he can go out on St. Patrick's Day, in public, and play them while wearing a kilt. Because ummm that doesn't sound embarrassing at all, not to mention its NOT A SCOTISH HOLIDAY! He thinks he will get alot of free drinks, I think he will get a lot of free beat downs.

So above anything else, this is a public service message to anyone who may be thinking of buying Boyfriend this gift for his birthday.

I will hunt you down.

However, I will not kill you. I feel that it would be a far worse punishment if you would have to listen to him play the bagpipes for 12 hours straight. If I'm feeling extra specially evil that day, I may even have him sing to you. At this point, I know I would be for death, but death will not be an option for you.

I hope we have come to an understanding.

2 Comments:

Blogger Virginia Belle said...

um, i love bagpipes. i'm scottish and irish, so i definitely get into the whole celtic thing.

i would totally buy your boyf free drinks if he was running around, bagpiping.

but i would NEVER buy them for him, promise.

please don't hit me. *flinches*

10:23 AM  
Blogger Meghan (The Declaration of MY Independence) said...

Hahaha. Thanks, I aprriciate that!

The funny this is is that I bought him a crock pot and a messenger bag for his birthday (which I really hope he doesn't read my blog b/c his birthday is on Friday). What he REALLY wanted for his birthday (besides the bagpipes) was a membership to Costco's. Why you ask did I not get him what he really wanted? Oh, thats because on Valentine's Day I told him NOT to get my candy. And what did I get? You guessed it...candy! So I asked him what he DID NOT want for his birtday. Then he got confused...haha.

I know I sound really evil right now, but you have no idea how much I did not want and how much my fat ass did not need those chocolates on V Day.

9:35 AM  

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