Sequel #1

Chocolate Syrup

There is a worn and tired joke regarding how quickly lesbian couples decide to live together. It goes like this:

What do lesbians do on their second date?

Answer- they rent a U-haul and move in together.

There is a ring of truth in that. We can laugh at ourselves.

BUT- what if both women are nomadic, living in vans? Are we dis-included? Have we no rite of passage? No sign of commitment?

Fear not. U-haul dates are versatile.

I said, “I do” when she dropped the question-

“Will you drive 375 miles with me to move the contents of my storage units?”

I did not think about rush hour in Phoenix. I did not think about the heat or lack of water. I did not think about the sheer volume and weight of the contents.

I did not think.

Her motorcycle jacket outweighed me by 10 pounds. Her kayak had never been out of the box. I'm sure there will be a post about that in the future. The crate for her dogs was bigger than the van in which I live.

Two days of loading and unloading.

I do. I will. I did.

Ibuprofen is my best friend.

Chocolate syrup and oreo mint ice cream were my reward. 😉