So I’m IMing Bas Melech and convincing my lab partner to let me take off Friday so I can zip upstate for a weekend in the Catskills when the phone rings. It’s a friend, but she rarely calls unless there’s something important happening. Hey, we can always IM.
“I was going to just send you the link tomorrow, but I’m at a wedding and nothing’s happening,” she explains.
She was so nonchalant I knew it had to be big.
Letsee… link? Well, she is the friend who inspired the OnlySimchas.com junky post. It’s probably the only site she sends me links from. (From which she sends me links, for the pedantic.)
“Link from where?” I ask, equally nonchalant.
“OnlySimchas, of course.”
Of course. Didn’t I tell ya?
“Well let me look it up – what should I search for?” I wasn’t going to say anything until she did. I read down the list of names on the front page until she stops me, saying I was up to names she recognized from reading earlier that day, and obviously it wasn’t posted yet.
It only took around 8 names, so clearly she was still an obsessive reader.
“Ok, I’ll post it,” I say amenably. I do the necessary clicking to post a new simcha.
“Sooo… simcha type?”
“Oh that’s so nice. Additional participant?”
“First name is Future, last name is Husband.”
I fill in all the blanks and then ask her to excuse me a moment. “I’ll be right back.”
I go to the top of the stairs and bellow, like I have learned I should, “NEF #9 is engaged!!!”
No answer. Between fans and air conditioners, everyone is in their own world. Oh well. Can’t say I didn’t try.
It’s perfect timing, too. NEF #9 was my Shidduchville correspondent, and she’s considerately waited until I no longer needed her before removing herself from the dating pool. (Honest, I’ve quit for good.)
Congrats NEF #9! May you live happily ever after according to your best dreams.