Saturday, November 27, 2010

Sick In Bed

I should be at Harry Potter right now, but instead I am stuck, sick in bed.
Listening to Taylor Swift, Back To December.
That was a good month way back when.
Ha, I miss you.
Basically 5 months to go baby!
I get super nervous just thinking about it.
...
Here is some news that brightened my day today.
Robbie Keane is thinking about coming to the MLS.
Pointless to you, I'm sure.
Let me tell you the story.
In 8th grade I had math with Heather Williams.
In those long hours we found ways to entertain ourselves.
Like writing soap operas.
And coming up with our dream man.
Our dream man:

  • Tall
  • Brown hair
  • Brown eyes (mine)
  • Blue eyes (Heather's)
  • Soccer Player
  • Irish accent
  • Super attractive
  • Awesome
Heather went home that night and found us Robbie Keane. 
He was practically perfect in every way.
Except for the tall, but 5'9" is bearable.
He has blue eyes too...They are beautiful.
He was Ireland's top player, still is.
He was absolutely perfect.
We built our castles in the clouds.
The trip to Ireland.
The meeting.
The dates.
The conversion.
The wedding.
Perfection.
For years.
Then he got married.
We had a black Monday.
We wore black and green in mourning.
It was a very sad day.
We fell in love with others...moved on.
But our love never died out completely.
There has always a piece of our hearts just for our Keano.
Now he is coming here to play.
Heather's response to the news:
"Finally! Step one: wreck home."
It's on.
We'll settle for Polygamy.
This once.


1 comment:

  1. Ya know, all I can say is wow! That was rather comical. You are a rather good writer Betzel. Taking something as monotonous as a old Irishman coming to the MLS and spinning it aboot on the loom of your mind, then weaving it into a tale of lust, and hilarity. By Jove, you can write.

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