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same_skyM and I have just decided to buy a house for our Couple's Day present. Major excitement! Or rather, it would be majorly exciting if we weren't completely making it up--that's just one month from now. We celebrate Couple's Day (sorta) every year, last weekend in August.
It was just after we met for the first time that it started. M casually asked me one day, not long after his birthday, what I wanted for Couple's Day. I politely inquired what Couple's Day was, which surprised him because he thought it was a holiday in the US as well. As it turns out, it's a Swedish holiday similar to Valentine's Day. I was a little surprised myself since I'd never heard of such a thing, but he explained all the details and history behind it, so we packaged up our presents* and sent them to each other. I received mine and tore into it while lying in bed. It came with a letter--and my Swedish-affiliated friends will know the punch line already--and guess what? There *gasp* really isn't such a thing as Couple's Day. How many people get their own holidays, I ask you? So we try to celebrate a little every year, although we honestly don't do all that much. That's why it would be highly unusual for us to purchase a house to mark the occasion. We wouldn't even buy ourselves a fork to celebrate Couple's Day! It's just not that kind of thing, sweet or not.
*He insisted that it was a boy-buys-stuff-for-girl kind of holiday, but I equally insisted that I wanted to send something to him. Just so you know that he wasn't just trying to work in another present. Also, I don't remember what the history was supposed to have been, so I can't share that part, before you ask.
So anyway, I guess no houses this week, but it'd be nice.
This is my long-day week at work.. an extra 45 minutes a day. I managed to drag myself out of bed to get there at 7:15 both days this week, and I have to say that it was much, much better than staying until 5:15. I just don't like afternoons, that's all there is to it. They last too long. I never really struck myself as the kind of person who would arrive at work a single minute before I needed to, though. You can tell that there's nothing much happening around here since I'm rambling about things that happened five years ago and what time I get to work in the mornings. In other exciting news, I've paid the bills tonight, too. Oi. Maybe next I'll chronicle my toenail clippings.. couldn't be much worse!
It was just after we met for the first time that it started. M casually asked me one day, not long after his birthday, what I wanted for Couple's Day. I politely inquired what Couple's Day was, which surprised him because he thought it was a holiday in the US as well. As it turns out, it's a Swedish holiday similar to Valentine's Day. I was a little surprised myself since I'd never heard of such a thing, but he explained all the details and history behind it, so we packaged up our presents* and sent them to each other. I received mine and tore into it while lying in bed. It came with a letter--and my Swedish-affiliated friends will know the punch line already--and guess what? There *gasp* really isn't such a thing as Couple's Day. How many people get their own holidays, I ask you? So we try to celebrate a little every year, although we honestly don't do all that much. That's why it would be highly unusual for us to purchase a house to mark the occasion. We wouldn't even buy ourselves a fork to celebrate Couple's Day! It's just not that kind of thing, sweet or not.
*He insisted that it was a boy-buys-stuff-for-girl kind of holiday, but I equally insisted that I wanted to send something to him. Just so you know that he wasn't just trying to work in another present. Also, I don't remember what the history was supposed to have been, so I can't share that part, before you ask.
So anyway, I guess no houses this week, but it'd be nice.
This is my long-day week at work.. an extra 45 minutes a day. I managed to drag myself out of bed to get there at 7:15 both days this week, and I have to say that it was much, much better than staying until 5:15. I just don't like afternoons, that's all there is to it. They last too long. I never really struck myself as the kind of person who would arrive at work a single minute before I needed to, though. You can tell that there's nothing much happening around here since I'm rambling about things that happened five years ago and what time I get to work in the mornings. In other exciting news, I've paid the bills tonight, too. Oi. Maybe next I'll chronicle my toenail clippings.. couldn't be much worse!
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Date: 2004-07-29 10:24 am (UTC)LOL! You had ME going -- I queried my Swede before I finished reading your post and of COURSE he hadn't heard of it and of COURSE I gave him a bad time for not knowing Swedish holidays better (I'm always teasing him about not REALLY being Swedisih ;-) but HA! The joke was on me! :-)
However, Aug 29th is a special day for us as well -- it's the first time we met face to face (but long before we got romantically involved). In Dublin, 1997. The day before U2's two shows :) We returned to Dublin during the same time four years later to celebrate :)
And somewhere along the way, we decided to make Aug 29 my name day as well ;-)