jennings rampage

She’s a liar, and I’m in love.

So Katy was in town for Labor Day weekend, and we did some quality hanging out. On Sunday afternoon, we ate at the new Chinese buffet in Carrboro on Main, which seriously kicks the ass of 35 on Franklin in Chapel Hill, then we went to the Varsity to see Napoleon Dynamite, which we both enjoyed.

Then back we went to my place, where we decided that another movie seemed like an agreeable way to pass the time in each other’s company, since it would be conducive to holding hands and the occasional peck on the cheek, if you dig. I fired up the cable box to the pay per view system, and offered my dear girlfriend the option of whichever movie struck her fancy. True, that movie was going to set me back $3.95, but that didn’t phase me in the slightest — when we’re talking about my lady’s comfort and entertainment, money is simply no object. You can make a mental note of that, because it’s just the kind of guy I am.

So she decides on Girl With A Pearl Earring, and before I can start to be all “ehhhh…” she closes the deal with “and Scarlett Johansson has a nude scene in it,” and I was immediately like “yeah baby, that’s cool, I mean, I’m sure it’s a good film on its merits, let’s watch it.”

I let my lady press the button on the remote so she can feel like she’s spending my money, give her a little thrill, you know. So we’re watching the film and she’s enjoying an ice cream sundae that I made for her and I’m waiting for at least some partial nudity, when my kitten’s phone rings. It’s her mom, and she’s with their cat Tigge at the after-hours vet clinic. The poor old cat isn’t doing well, and we stop the film and hop in her car and head out there.

Katy’s whole family is waiting there, and it’s a little stressful, Tigge’s like 16, his poor little heart is clocking in around 350 beats a minute, and he’s not very happy. My heart’s about to break, since I know cats are people too, but after the fact, Katy was all, “you know I was going to be okay, right?” and I was like, “so sue me for caring about the cat, ok?” She suggested that I might be a crazy cat lady, and it’s true, I’m pretty sure that there’s a brain chemical or something that’s in just the right balance to keep me from having about forty-seven cats in my apartment. I mean, I can’t go to a pet store or some place that has cats in cages, because it totally bums me out. Go ahead and laugh, fool, but I’m sensitive like that, and you can make a note of that, too.

So I hung out with Katy and her family at the clinic and back at her house while Tigge hung out at the clinic and took fluids and antibiotics and whatnot to bring his heart rate down and pull through this. And he was released from the clinic today, it seems the whole episode started with an infection from an insect bite, and it’s a little touch and go right now, but her family is taking good care of him, and the poor little guy is in my thoughts.

Katy had shit to do today, she’s good enough to not make me go shopping with her, and she always looks great when she gets new clothes, so I don’t complain. So we didn’t get to finish that movie, and I barely remembered to fire it back up before the 24 hour rental period expired to fast-forward through it hunting for that nude scene. Yeah, that scene wasn’t there. The girl barely took off her giant hat once, to say nothing of her giant unflattering dress. Boo on that. I got TRICKED, Scarlett Johansson was most assuredly fully-frocked throughout.

But I do love my girlfriend, even if she made up that story and committed to it hard just so she could get me to sit through a Colin Firth movie. She’s a good girl, you know. I miss her when she’s gone, and I’m happy enough to watch a Colin Firth movie when she’s here. That’s love, my people.