Gotta have priorities

Another conversation between Dave and I.

The location: At work (Dave in Hyde Park and me in River North)
The time: Early afternoon
The scene: We're running through our plans this weekend, which inevitably include some sort of wedding something or other.


Dave: Nothing going on this weekend, right?

Me: Nope.

Dave: Can we keep it that way?

Me: Sure.

Dave: Okay. I think we'll stop by this travel store over the weekend so we can figure out this adapter shit for Australia.

He knows that if I can't plug in my flat iron, there will be Hell To Pay.

Me: Gotta get a marriage license one of these days too.

Dave: That's right. I'm gonna look into that right now.

Me: (busy Twittering)

Dave: Hey, can we go on Saturday? It's open 9am to noon.

Me: See if it will be raining. I'll go if the weather isn't good for laying out.

Dave: Elle. Come on.

Me: What? Tanning is very important for the wedding, Dave.

At this point, I picture him rolling his eyes, letting out a defeated sigh and wondering what those cougars are up to at Elm St.

Dave: We have scattered storms on Saturday.

Me: That is acceptable.

Dave: Anyway, if we go at 9, we can probably be back by 10 and you can still get a seat.

Me: I don't know. You know how those dickheads have been saving chairs lately.

Dave: Well, it looks like it will be a cloudy weekend anyway.

Me: Then we can get the marriage license.

Dave: So, what, we just wouldn't get it if the next few weeks were sunny?

Me: Correct. I would take off work in the morning instead.
Me: No need to waste a weekend.