But now on to the looming excitement: TOMORROW!!! Have I mentioned how lucky I feel to have such an amazing boyfriend in my life? Because he's the reason I get to have this dream come true.
Rewind: We went down to SD for my birthday (great great vacation for so many reasons) and right before we left he hands me this cardboard box, not quite a foot long, a couple inches across and VERY light. As in, there-doesn't-seem-to-be-anything-in-this-box-light. And he says, "Happy Birthday, I got you an empty box." I jokingly shrug it off but all the while before my birthday he's going on and on about how he really should find something to put in the box.
Him: "Can I put your phone in the box?" Me: "No."
Him: "Can I put an orange in the box?" Me: "No."
Him: "I really need to find something to put in the box." Me: "$%@#$%"
I'll admit he had me a little worried. The rational part of me kept reminding me that he's a very loving, thoughtful guy and failing to get me a birthday present would be quite incendiary. But at the same time I thought, "What if he didn't actually get me anything? Should I mentally start preparing for this?"
So my birthday arrives and I'm sitting on the kitchen counter (yes you read that correctly) while my mom makes breakfast and he hands me the box. The infamous, light-as-a-feather box. I should add that I got a card too and it was very sweet. But now, ON TO THE BOX. I thought I could call his bluff so I say, "Well if there's nothing in it then I can just throw it away, right? Since it's empty." Btu damn him and his response, "Yeah you're right, you don't have to open it since there's nothing inside." CURSE YOU AND YOUR POKER FACE!!!
But I can't just throw it away so I nervously grab for one of my knives and slit the box open and see that it's stuff with tissue. Okay, I think, it's not empty empty. I pull out the tissue on the top and that's when I see it. The words that momentarily stop my heart. It's the logo for the MLS All-Star Match:
SO FUCKING EXCITED YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW.
Well needless to say I gave him a smooch or two.
So! Tomorrow we embark around 11:30am and drive southwards towards the Rose City. I should probably injest some kind of sedative as A) Oregonian drivers send me up a wall and B) I'm going to be so stoked that I'll otherwise be intolerable to anyone stuck in a car with me for 2+ hours.
Then we'll arrive! Time allowing (traffic gods willing) we'll stop by the swanky hotel and drop stuff off before an early dinner and then IT'S GAME TIME!!!
A most important of the questions is which jersey I should wear. The most recent one I have, from last season? Or the snazzy one with the gold stripes from a couple of season ago? And whichever jersey I don't wear to the game, I'll probably wear on Thursday when we drive back up to Seattle.
As can only be expected, I'm counting down the minutes until we leave tomorrow.
