In a little less than two weeks, I (Rachel) am marrying Tanner. It’s fucking awesome but making me a little more sentimental than is my typically stoic Capricornian wont. I’ve spent a lot of time reflecting on big milestones and influential people in my past. Childhood heroes, and other events I’ve had to shave my legs for. Most recently, I’ve been thinking about my exes.
When I was 23, I dated a guy who shared a one bedroom apartment about the size of a wheelchair accessible bathroom with another dude and that guy’s oppressively goth girlfriend. We ended up spending a lot of time with the (actually pretty lovely) chain-smoking couple, on the futon mattress that doubled as their bed and our couch. Somewhere between complaining about Lost and listening to John Vanderslice, his roommate introduced me to Tom Robbins’ “Jitterbug Perfume,” and I have been obsessed with beets ever since. If you’ve not read the book, stop reading on the internet and do your brain the favor. If you have: you obviously love beets, too….