The night before Christmas eve Nipper surprised me with a new dress, and a babysitter, and reservations at a fancy pants restaurant downtown. That afternoon I wasn't feeling well, and poor Nipper who had planned and planned was in disbelief that I was laying on the couch claiming the room was spinning and maybe it was food poisoning. He and my mother kept exchanging tight mouthed looks at each other, which I took to mean that I was supposed to get up and get everyone some coffee or cookies or something, but really what they were thinking was "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME???"
I laid down for about an hour and felt much better. I chalk it up to day before Christmas, year long fatigue and panic. Doesn't everyone get that? Nipper came in with the dress, and told me his plans. I told him I was feeling fine, and I wanted to go out even if it meant I had to guzzle pepto-bismol in between courses. Turned out I didn't need it, just needed a glass of pinot noir and a steak. Oh, and they had cinnamon ice-cream! My favorite!
After dinner, Nipper asked if I wanted to go get a drink at the bar at the Langham in Pasadena. He said he had read that it had a cool old hotel bar. I was game, so off we went. Dress, dinner, drinks?! This was like doing stuff that people do. We don't do stuff that people do. We don't really do much of anything at all.
We went up to the room and the hotel had made a pink rose petal heart on the bed. Nipper laughed and said he thought that was a little much, and I was all "Are you kidding me??? I'm a GIRL! I love this stuff!" He had checked us in that afternoon while I thought he was at the library doing nerd stuff. He got a good bottle of champagne and put it on ice, and he brought me a cute outfit for the morning after, so that I didn't have to do the walk of shame. Which would have been especially humiliating in my glitter heels and navy chiffon. Nobody wears glitter heels at 9am unless they're looking for a trick, not even Carrie Bradshaw.
We slept in, we had breakfast, we wandered back to the house around noon. Merry Christmas Nipper Knapp I heart you... Oh also good luck topping this next year. I hear Virgin Galactic is offering trips into space...
the view from our room in the morning
le walk du shame avec Nipper Knapp
ohhh, le jealous.
ReplyDeleteDear Mr. Nipper Knapp,
ReplyDeleteYou are ruining it for the rest of us. Please cease and desist or you will be hearing from my lawyer. Dear Marija, you found a good one. Be sure to keep him around.
Fantastique!!!
ReplyDeletei want pictures of you in the dress! and does he have a brother?
ReplyDeleteMuch to his dismay, no brother. Two sisters though which might explain some things.
ReplyDeleteHe's a good egg, my brother. Well done, Nippy.
That's pretty cool.
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