My Wife! My Best Friend!

Just come across while procrastinating preparing to write: This is a picture of Krissy (whom I imagine most of you recognize by this point), and Natasha, who is one of my dearest friends in the world, from last October, when we were out in California for my 20th anniversary high school reunion. This picture was taken at the class dinner; I believe I’m the one behind the camera, although it might be Natasha’s husband Craig. Really, I don’t remember. I was overcaffeinated that night. It’s all a blur. But they sure are pretty. And I don’t have too many pictures of the two of them together, which is a shame.

Yes, I am just posting to say: Look! My wife! And my best friend! Because, you know. It’s my site. I can do that.

20 Comments on “My Wife! My Best Friend!”

  1. That is a great picture; they are both so beautiful and happy.

    And, on a less classy note, the title of this post makes it sound like the content should have started with something like “Dear Penthouse: I never thought I would be writing one of these letters…”

  2. Harmony:

    Actually, I was thinking of 50’s soap operas, where the hapless husband walks into the bedroom, where a surprise awaits him.

    Also amusing is an old New Yorker takeoff on this: “My wife! My clone!”

  3. “Amusing” and “New Yorker” in the same sentence. Interesting.

    I actually think the New Yorker cartoons are pretty funny, but I think there’s some sort of rule that one must scoff at them.

  4. The picture glows happiness! Very nice.
    Were you not partaking in the “wein trinken”? Wine over coke or pepsi anyday!

  5. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang at the gates!

    This almost makes me wish I’d gone to my reunion. But then I despised most people I went to school with.

  6. Of COURSE you can post pictures like that, and not just because it’s your site: your wife is hot. You almost HAVE to post such pictures. Isn’t it a law somewhere? :-) And she and your friend seem to be having a lovely, happy time. My 20th reunion two summers ago was fun but not nearly enough people showed up.

  7. I actually enjoyed the last reunion I went to (10th, I believe, since they didn’t have a 15th), mainly because people grew up and weren’t acting like the adolescent self-involved idiots we all were back then.

    You, John, are a lucky man.

  8. That’s funny, I walked into my tenth, looked around the room, and commented to my wife: “It’s like nobody ever left.”

    With a couple of minor exceptions, the room was split into the same groups with the same level of disdain for one another.

    I had fun anyway.

  9. I liked a more recent New Yorker cartoon caption: “My best friend! My best friend’s wife!”

    You had to be there.

  10. My husband doesn’t drink but he also doesn’t like smoky bars so the permanent dd thing isn’t as nice as it could be. Western PA hasn’t banned smoking in bars and restaurants yet. A few places are voluntarily smoke free but they tend to be a bit expensive so if I have a drink there, it’s only one.

  11. paranoyd – I am a father, an aspiring writer, and avid gamer. I am also into horror and scifi. I'm currently the Adventure league Local Coordinator for my area, and I'm really into the new FFG Star Wars RPG system. And I love a good curry.
    Corby Kennard

    Yeah, I expected a completely different story from that headline.

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