The Iron in Irony

This is going to be an interesting weekend...

The woman that I've spent the most time with in my life--relationship time, that is--just happens to be getting married this weekend. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm totally happy for her and our relationship(s) are many years ago. I think that she's with the right person (I knew him before she met him) and I think that they will be fantastic together. Well, that's an easy call too since they've been living together for several years already!

Irony #1: I'm in Chicago this weekend staying with friends from our college days. I helped them get into a cab yesterday to jump on a plane to her wedding. That was kinda strange.

Irony #2: I've been writing a semi-non-fictional book about a man trying to find true love. As you can surmise, most of the stories are from my own life. The irony lies in that I happen to be on the exact chapter of my life that deals with the episode of our life together.

Irony #3: And every station I turn to is playing her favorite performer, Billy Joel, or the band that we listened to constantly, Dave Matthews Band.

Irony #4: I don't know how much she is going to drink on Sunday, but I'll be doing my fair share! :)

Therefore, the iron in irony is not one that is in the fire; poking is not what it's about. The iron in the irony is the fortifier that I will get this weekend--the shot in the arm--by getting past this part of my book!

Good luck Dean & Stacy! I wish you the best!

OHHH, and thank you Jeff & Laney for giving me the run of the condo to write in peace while you are away. I can't leave yet, still 2.5 bottles of wine to consume! Heehee!