Anniversary Week Post 3: The Whiskey Fake-Out

22 May

Welcome ICLWers! If you’re just tuning in, my husband, (aka Shmerson) and I will be celebrating our one year anniversary this Friday. In honor of that, and to get away from the nightmarish couple of months we’ve had (feel free to check out our TTC timeline to see what that’s all about), I’m dedicating this week to our amazing marriage. Just scroll down for parts 1 and 2 of the story. 

So, when we last left off, Shmerson had moved in, and the fur baby had been adopted. Just around the five month mark.

I had been invited to a wedding in Philly during the second week of June, and since I had introduced the couple and had the designation of “best dude”, of course, I planned to fly out. Plus – I hadn’t been to the States in  couple of years and was looking forward to seeing my friends.

Before I go on with this story – a little background. At the age of 19, I decided to leave Israel and study in the states. I did my BA at University Y in Philly, and my MFA at Grad School X in LA (the names have been changed to allow me to bitch openly – mostly about Grad School X. University Y is actually rather awesome).

So – that means I spent the majority of my twenties (7 years to be exact) a minimum 12 hour flight away from my family and my friends in Israel.

Now – during that entire time I didn’t feel homesick once. Don’t get me wrong – I talked to my mom every day, I missed my friends in Israel. But at that point, Israel didn’t feel like “home” to me (the States didn’t either, but that’s a different post for a different time).

If I look at it on a philosophical level, there was no real place that I felt at home.

Now – back to our story.

The plane ticket was bought. I was leaving for Philly the second week of June (forget the exact date), and flying back June 22nd – exactly our six month anniversary.

Shmerson is a Whiskey lover (to say the least) and I already had a dastardly plan to pick him up a bottle of Johnny Walker Gold as a present.

I was really looking forward to the Philly trip. I LOVE Philly. Seriously. It is one of the most underrated cities out there. If I was ever forced to live in the States again, I would totally live in Philly.

So off I went, packed and ready and arrived in Philadelphia. Shmerson had driven me to the airport, and we had brought Luna along for the ride. I had a really hard time saying goodbye at the security gate. Little did I know that I was headed into utter torture. Not only for myself, but for my poor Philly peeps who had to put up with my whiny ass.

I got on the plane, I cried.

I landed, happy to see the groom, we hugged it out, I got to the happy couple’s apartment, I got on skype with shmerson, and I cried. I told one of my BFFs about my incredible love affair over pizza, she was skeptical (AK I love you to bits and always appreciate your skepticism!), and I went back to the happy couple’s place. And I cried.

I didn’t just miss Shmerson, and our little apartment, and our new puppy. I ACHED for them. I LONGED for them.

From the second I landed in Philly, all I wanted to do was go back home.

This had never happened to me before. Ever. 7 years away from my family and friends in Israel, and I had never ACHED. I didn’t know what homesick was until that time I spent in Philly.

The wedding was lovely, of course. The plan was that after the wedding I would go to a family friend’s place for a couple of days before the happy newlyweds headed off to their honeymoon, and then I would spend about 4 more days crashing at their place, hanging out with old friends, maybe taking a train up to NY for the day, etc.

So I was up at the friend’s house when I got the call: The bride had come down with the plague. Better not to come back to the apartment for fear of me catching it as well. The honeymoon was off.

Now – most people would be pissed at this. I had made plans, I didn’t have money for a hotel or another place to crash, and I didn’t want to stay up at the PA burbs with a 70 year old woman. I mean, I loved the woman, but after a day – it’s a bit much.

But I wasn’t pissed. Not in the slightest. I WAS RELIEVED.

I picked up the phone, called my travel agent in Israel, and changed my flight. Screw my friends, screw NY, screw everything. I wanted my Shmerson and my fur baby and my apartment and I wanted them NOW.

On the way to the airport the next day I realized that I had a problem. Our 6 month anniversary was four days away. Should I give Shmerson his present early? But wouldn’t that make him feel bad? (Yes – this was the only thing that was occupying me. I didn’t even care about the extra 200 bucks I had to shell out to change the flight.)

So I put together a dastardly plan. At the duty free, I bought TWO bottles of whiskey. The JW Gold as planned, and a cheaper bottle of something I knew he liked well enough. I would present him with the cheap bottle just as I landed, and then on the anniversary day itself, he would get the good stuff – Surprise!

This plan of course went off without a hitch, and Shmerson loved all of his presents (yeah – I also did some serious clothes shopping for him at Target and Ross, because I can never say no to keeping him out of black velvet pants and in discount Rocker T-Shirts).

But you guys know that’s really not the crux of the story.

It took 10 days (well, actually one) of me being away, and driving my poor Philly friends crazy (sorry guys! I know I was obnoxious! Love you!) for me to realize something: I finally had a home. And it wasn’t the apartment. I had lived there for almost a year before Shmerson came along. It was the man that was waiting for me at that apartment, along with our amazing little puppy.

He picked me up at the airport, we drove back to our little place with me cradling our little puppy the whole way home.

That night, I slept like a baby, with the huge smile plastered on my jet-lagged face.

Tomorrow – “Why hasn’t he proposed yet? Oh, yeah. Ok.”

13 Responses to “Anniversary Week Post 3: The Whiskey Fake-Out”

  1. zygotta May 22, 2011 at 16:49 #

    so romantic 🙂
    i totally know how you feel!
    you guys so deserve each other, whether in velvet pants or not 🙂

  2. slcurwin May 22, 2011 at 18:36 #

    Did I miss something in a previous post? Velvet pants? Yes, we must do everything we can to keep him out of those. Except on special occations when we need a giggle. I request a picture of this.

    I pulled the same stunt once (the gone and moping and trying to seem like you having a great time but failing miserably) and even during it, I wanted to kick my own ass. It sure is telling, isn’t it.

    • Mo May 23, 2011 at 20:11 #

      Yes – there were velvet pants! read carefully, woman! :-p

  3. C May 22, 2011 at 20:25 #

    What a sweet post. And I love that you guys buy each other booze for anniversaries. True romantics 🙂

  4. Kristin May 23, 2011 at 01:12 #

    Aaaaawwwwwwww, the sweetest story ever!

    • AK May 23, 2011 at 17:55 #

      You’d think it was less sweet if you were the one being tortured by the word “Shmerson” over and over and over. It was a ridiculous amount. I counted. 😉

      • Mo May 23, 2011 at 20:12 #

        eh- hem – did you not read this post and see that I specifically apologized to you? MORE THAN ONCE? If you counted – I want that number, lady! :-p

        • AK May 23, 2011 at 22:22 #

          I was clearly kidding with you, miss. Did you not see the winky face? I mean, what – you get to make fun of you but I don’t? PTH. That’s just not how this friendship works! You can’t change the terms and not inform me. 😉 < That's a winky face, just FYI. 😉 😉

          • Mo May 23, 2011 at 22:28 #

            I got that! did you not see the tongue-y face? ;-P <<<tongue
            Love you!!!

            • Mo May 23, 2011 at 22:28 #

              still want that count, tho.

            • AK May 23, 2011 at 23:01 #

              42. Duh.

  5. jes g May 23, 2011 at 01:55 #

    happy anniversary to you!!

    read your ttc history, and all i can say i wow!! hoping you find a doctor you trust and believe in and all your dreams come true!

    • Mo May 23, 2011 at 20:12 #

      thanks jes!

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