the things dev puts up with.

Oonagh came to visit last night. It's been a busy week, what with Dev flying off to Japan in a week and all. He's been busy packing and Stella has been busy fretting over whether or not he'll actually get packed and moved in time. So yesterday was a big push for Dev to clear out his apartment so new tenant can move in and he can come and stay with us til he leaves.

So Oonagh came by in a van from work, bringing along a dresser for me she used in a xxxx shoot. We park van mid-point in the driveway. Then we commence to sit on the porch with Stella, who has taken a break from the Dev-packing, and commence to the wine drinking. A short time later Dev drives up, his car laden with boxes. He commences to unloading the car, box by box, walking past the van, depositing items in the garage, and then repeating the exercise. We commence to drinking more wine. And talking about totally important things (my Italian-translation student who is sucking the life out of the classroom, the awesome sale at Garnett Hill, Stella's booking a hotel for her and Dev pre-Japan-flight). We drink more wine. We giggle, I'm sure. Then, as Dev passes us by on the porch once again, Stella inquiries, "Sugar, need any help?"

To which Dev replies, "Well, now that the car's empty? Uh, no."

Silence, except for his car door closing as he drives off to pick up yet another load of boxes. At this exact moment, the three of us realize, in quick succession,

1. we suck
2. not only is Oonagh's work van parked in the driveway, it's in the middle of the driveway, causing Dev to have to walk around it with every box
3. the van would have been perfect for, say, loading up all of Dev's stuff and bringing it over in, oh, what? one trip
4. Stella is a terrible girlfriend

So, we did the only reasonable thing we could: we opened another bottle of wine.

I mean, Dev can't really be that surprised, can he?