A weekend of “surprises”

Posted on May 26, 2009
Filed Under Daily, Newlywed, The Boss | 4 Comments

The Boss came home Friday night for a weekend visit and I’m pretty sure he wasn’t too happy when I called him on Thursday and was like, “Hey can you take a taxi home?” He was like, “What?” and I was like, “Can you take a taxi when you get here?” And he goes, “What?” and I’m all, “WTH man? Do you need me to say it in Spanish? Can-prode You-nay E-Take-E-Taxi To Casa Blanca?” And he was all, “That is not Spanish,” and I’m was like, “Well, I never said I spoke Spanish.”

“Okay,” he said. “If my WIFE is too busy to come get me from the airport, then fine, I’ll take a taxi.”

And I was all, SCORE! Now, my plan can move into serious action.

I was preparing a feast for the man I love at home and I wanted everything to be perfect for when he got there. I wanted all the food on the table to be piping hot, which wouldn’t have been possible if I had to turn off the oven and the stove to get him from the airport. If you recall, The Boss moved to L.A. and left me behind.

It might not be as dramatic as I’m making it sound.

He got a really great job opportunity on the other side of the country so after talking it over with each other and seeking the advice of our parents, we decided to take the offer. Only the “we” turned into “he.” We decided that I would hang back, pack up the house, and then join him six weeks later. But then “six weeks” turned into “2 months and 7 days” (as of today) and by the time I get to The Left Coast it would have been nearly three months that we’ve been apart.

When The Boss got this job offer it was such a sudden move that his company agreed to pay for the first month’s rent, barring that everyone pretty much lived together. The two married couples got their own place with one extra person (read: the third wheel) and the single girls and guys each got their own place  — boys in one house, girls in the other. Since I didn’t go with him, The Boss fell into ‘the singles’ category and has been sharing a one-bedroom place with a sun room with two other guys. My guy has been sleeping on an air mattress in the living room for two months and stacked his moving boxes around his “bed” like a fortress for privacy. And they only have one bathroom for the three of them, which only means one thing: the whole house smells like a garlic burp wrapped in a gym sock.

On Thursday, I was out all day grocery shopping and picking up all the ingredients for the things I knew The Boss would want to eat. It had been so long since he’d had a proper meal, and even though he loves L.A., I know how much he misses home. I wanted him to feel like he was the guest of honor at a big welcome home party when he arrived…only I’d be the only guest…which is totally cool, because I’m like, the life of the party anyway. I did all the prep work the night before he came and I even had my mom supervise me while I tried a new recipe for and Indian dish that I normally cook just incase anything went wrong.

She once told me to use a pinch of a spice in a dish I was making (kind of like a secret recipe thing) and later when I saw her, I was all, “Hey, Mom! I used that secret pinch of coriander you told me about!” And she was like, “Huh?” and I was all, “Remember….you told me about the coriander?!” *WINK-WINK* And she was all, “Sabrina, you were supposed to use cumin.”

Friday night when I saw the taxi pull up, I peeked out the window and watched him get out of the cab. When the doorbell rang, I checked my hair in the mirror one more time and made sure my mascara wasn’t clumpy and my lip gloss perfectly applied.  And then I sat on the steps for like 20 seconds — maybe 30.

I didn’t want to open the door.
Is that weird?

It’s just that I hadn’t seen him in so long. He looked so frail. I guess 60 days of Pop Tarts and Taco Bell will do that to you. Also, he cut his hair! Ever since I’ve known The Boss he’s had a fade. But a few years ago he grew his hair long and I loved it – I love that sort of unkempt look on guys; I’d probably pass out if got dreads. But when he got to L.A. he said he was thinking about going to the barber. Since it’s his hair, I told him to do whatever he wanted. The night before he came home, it occurred to me that I should ask him if he cut his hair. I was like, “If you cut your hair, would you tell me?” And he was like, “Why?” And I was like, “Because I hate surprises.” And he was like, “Okay, I cut my hair.” And I was like “WHAT?!?!” And he was like, “Well I didn’t say anything because I wanted to surprise you,” and I was like, “How is that a surprise?” And he was all, “Because it’s different,” and I was like, “DIFFERENT IS NOT A SURPRISE. A surprise is something that benefits ME. A surprise would have been if you were like, ‘Hey guess what? I got you The Body Bugg. Surprise!”

Needless to say, his new look took a little getting used to. It felt kind of Two Thousand Five. The weekend flew by, but we had a great time together. We hung out with my family, went to my friend’s wedding and even watched the Lakers play on Saturday — the first game we’ve watched together since the Playoffs started. When The Boss came home and saw all the effort I put into his homecoming, he didn’t bring up the taxi. He looked at the table then at me and goes, “I knew you were up to something.”

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